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I see a beast in his eyes too late. His hand's moving, and I know it's my fate. One blow and the blood forms a new line. On the ground under the blue-blue sky. I pray the God. I pray the God. I pray the God be fair to him. And He was stronger, he used to win. He never saw this sky, it's not his fault. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. I pray the God be fair to him. And He was stronger, he used to win. He never saw this sky, it's not his fault. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. I watched her thirsty eyes. Her tender hands cut me like knives. I knew she'd ruin my soul. I gazed at the sky but saw nothing at all. I pray the God. I pray the God. I pray the God be fair to him. And He was stronger, he used to win. He never saw this sky, it's not his fault. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. I pray the God be fair to him. And He was stronger, he used to win. He never saw this sky, it's not his fault. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. I pray the God be fair to him. And He was stronger, he used to win. He never saw this sky, it's not his fault. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. Give him a chance, give a chance to all. |