you breathing (I'll take care of you) I'll take care of you I'll take care of you They're taking our children away I'll take care of you They're taking
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I might shoot you don't want to be a killer but my instinct gives a bad type wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life some times I want to cry but a
cam e a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry." Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other
