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Please believe
In labor and hope
And joy
'Cause like a little boy
I have destroyed
Hope and joy
And lately I dream about
Angels with molotovs
And nightly they fist me
Wrists like tender [bad word] 
[right] [bad word] is sick
And [bad word] is blind
Yell
And it's colder than Poland
And the sun is not shining
Here
And we're tangled in the [bad word] Of each [bad word] Affairs
Half of us are faking
And the other half is tired
And scared

And these hands could've moved mountains
These hands could've moved mountains...