When i am older than all these goddamned hills
And theres no reason for my mind to be still
Oh, how ill feel like a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child again
When i have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited with noise
Oh, how ill feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
And when theres nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myself
And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burning crosses
Gods twilight and all
How ill feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
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