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From : DeBunker7
Added: Oct 5, 2009
Veronica: Song Of The Orphan Words & Music - Bill Cisowski © 1997 How cold were your hands, Walking home from work, On that November night. How long the dark limousine, He stopped, he offered you a light. Veronica. All I have left is a picture of you, In Suffield tobacco stain. Of you raped and locked in a house, Inside a heart of bitterness and shame. Veronica. Money and power, there's always more orphans, There's always more cash. To buy you and sell you, Every single time like, Simple human trash. Veronica. I can see your wild flowers crushed, With your face smashed against the wall. At seventeen they made you believe it was you, Was you that caused it all. Veronica. Money and power, there's always more orphans, There's always more cash. To buy you and sell you, Every single time like, Simple human trash. Veronica. Giving and receiving, another life. The heart is a hunter, It seeks miracles where desert places bloom. Growing up abandoned trying to survive, On the bitter herbs of June. Veronica. What in God's world can any person do, To change a cursing heart. From cursings to blessings From giving to receiving, just another start. Veronica. Money and power, there's always more orphans, There's always more cash. To buy you and sell you, Every single time like, Simple human trash. Veronica. Giving and receiving, another life. Giving and receiving, Another life. NOTE: IMAGES IN THIS VIDEO ARE NOT MINE. I WILL REMOVE ANY THAT NEED TO BE, Thanks, Bill
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