Daddy Stew Songtext
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Daddy Stew Songtext
The family life, the family
A love and a care
The first birth, the tiny life
A newborn baby
The first shots, when the child is born
The first situation
The first love, the strange taste
Of the new reborn
The first day, the first time she
Felt the sweet taste of life
To make her laugh again
From the first day, the first time she touched
The hands of the man she loved
And felt the living hope
As the days succeed, the nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became the first psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The first celebration, the first birth pain
The first heartbeat, the first time he′s here
His heart's beat made before his birth
His heart beats more enough
To cut the strings of the last breath
They checked to, to the test of any birth
The first day, the first time she
Felt the sweet taste of life
To make her laugh again
From the first day, the first time she touched
The hands of the man she loved
And felt the living hope
As the days succeed, the nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became the first psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
A love and a care
The first birth, the tiny life
A newborn baby
The first shots, when the child is born
The first situation
The first love, the strange taste
Of the new reborn
The first day, the first time she
Felt the sweet taste of life
To make her laugh again
From the first day, the first time she touched
The hands of the man she loved
And felt the living hope
As the days succeed, the nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became the first psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The first celebration, the first birth pain
The first heartbeat, the first time he′s here
His heart's beat made before his birth
His heart beats more enough
To cut the strings of the last breath
They checked to, to the test of any birth
The first day, the first time she
Felt the sweet taste of life
To make her laugh again
From the first day, the first time she touched
The hands of the man she loved
And felt the living hope
As the days succeed, the nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became the first psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
The killer born
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