When these hands, sat in row, both my palms to sky
When these eyes pleaded, my tears were like a flow
When my soft voice was shattered like a wave, radio
I cannot
Let me down
Leave me alone
With these words I cannot
With this line I cannot
With … I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
Yes
With a gun
I did that with a knife and anger … I confess … but your fault …
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