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mama, papa can't you see
how much you hurt me?
On broken wings I fly,
but all I do is sit and cry.

How can you deal
with the pain I feel
You left me here to cry,
the day you dicided to die.

With the broken wings
I sit here and sing
with all they take
By the means they break

Mama, papa can't you see
that you have killed me
No longer do I sit and cry
I go around and fly.

On broken wings
I fly and sing
'Cause I am finally free
and soon they'll be with me.





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