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Kid's too good with a knife
Dad's in trouble
Air
Carved deep with a drive
He's mad
He´s mad
Back turned
Matador on all fours
Slick for his age
Intermittent handover
Makes sense
At that age
Howls wit
Day ends
Sheets dry
On body paint
Eyes wide
He's present
Dispatch
Dispatch, aim high
Idle fare
Idle fare
Idle fare
Dispatch
Dispatch, aim high
Idle fare
Idle fare
Idle
Dispatch
Dispatch, aim high
Idle fare
Idle fare
Idle fare
Dispatch
Dispatch, aim high
Idle fare
Idle fare
Idle
You're the crown prince
I'm the trespasser
Mouth to mouth
In rune and measure
Posed in grief
He's tired
Mouth to mouth
In rune and measure
Posed in grief
He's tired
Lies and lies and lies and lies
In broken home
Broken heart
Broken home
Broken heart
Broken home
Broken heart
Broken home
Broken heart
Broken home
Broken heart
Broken home
Broken heart