Glass was shattered here
Midst the burning smell of fear
Dressed in plainclothes

Blood stain on the snow
Looks like red wine on the clothes
Of a sailor

She lives in a photograph
Waits for you to make her laugh

Life was shattered here
Midst a thousand mothers' tears
We'll need rainclothes

And teardrops melt the snow
Reveal the oil spill in the road
Looks like rainbows
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Swinging around
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Laughing at the ground as he falls
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