I suppose I can't fight for you anymore,
Because you're dragging the world down under,
because you're made of porcelain and so fragile...
Because for years you've disappeared.
A day or two have gone, my funeral is over,
And in the moment is melody you start to 'fight again'...
I hope you'll fight for all I have fought for...
Make my struggle worth it, dearest child...
But no... of course not baby,
You have flatlined tonight.
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