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My heart is down

My resistance is low

I saw something that I wanted to burn.

And the people always think that I'm a child.

My childhood is goin'

and I feel like an old woman.

In my blood I have hate for the first time.

I can’t say that I’m cool,

I can’t feel the happiness.

I Just want to know when these things will pass,

when my heart will beat quite in this cold weather,

in this rain that falls against the peace.

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