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Little brother turn around and tell me what you see,
it´s me, i am still here, not leaving
I am sick of it all, i am afraid but I also know,
whatever comes - we shall face it
This house is temple of fucking useless prayers,
when the postman brings only one letter.


Mom blames herself for decision that she is never made,
he´s got the uniform and the gun in a good faith.
And she seeks forgiveness at the bottom of the bottle,
when children grow up, will they want to be like father?
(will they want to be like father)

Dad is coming home - we share the tears,
He was gone perhaps a thousand years,
Set the room for his coffin and the next one for suffering.


Little brother turn around and tell me what you think,
about world that surrounds us? (that surrounds us)
Sometimes I wish I had wings to fly away from all these things,
I am not strong enough. (I am not strong enough)

Dad is coming home - we share the tears,
He was gone perhaps a thousand years,
Set the room for his coffin and the next one for suffering.

Wooh, wooh.
An eye for an eye will make us all blind. (2x)

Dad is coming home - we share the tears,
He was gone perhaps a thousand years,
Set the room for his coffin and the next one for suffering.

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