Album: 3/5

Where is all the love?

It's been washed out by the flood.

All the kids wear street clothes

On the first Monday of the month.

And the principal will moan

When she sees how much I've grown.

After 7 years

They stamp our ears

And send us on our own.



He folded like a flag,

He folded like a scout.

He put it in a bag (yeah)

And never took it out.

He never had a chance

Because he never took a breath.

He tried to hold his ground

And got washed out like the rest.



Daddy hold my hand,

We're on unstable land.

This plane is going to land

In the middle of the ocean.



L-E-S-S-A-V-Y-F-A-V



Put your hands across your chest,

Put the seat around your neck,

Put your head between your knees

And take a last breath.

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