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Ref And you let him go to sleep problems do not plague you x4

[Król]
Written some verses about life lullaby
I know not everyone will help people only firm in the gadce
And the kids really need support
Family does not help to ExpressionEngine Forums Jajce
Therefore, each of them takes this the wrong way
I give it all I hope I can help
To stop wandering and took motivation
To every parent in advance olewał such actions
And the children are too often opt for drugs
It may be worthwhile in the end may finally be enriched
Maybe this will be a little kumaci farcik
But all this is like gambling
Easy come quickly lose
And I know what a pain because I had a slightly
I had to gather the strength to survive somehow hell
And I really hope that you will have a slightly
And now let him go to sleep problems do not plague you

[Woro]
Further more tears streaming down their faces
All the dreams in the second sail
The boy in an orphanage spends his life
In memory of parents still drinking
The cable from the irons today reminds
Horror smash him like a father son
Is it his fault that he is now here
Problems still did not give him sleep
Every day the same struggle for existence
Could see that in my pocket all the time the bill
Who has to give him, as he himself did not take
The more problems he gets bogged down
Must have something to eat into something to wear
To normal life can not be compared
The problem of the problem is sitting still in my head
It seems as if the whole world was in league
There are no friends have long since departed
A new chapter in life in the memoir draws
Does this lesson they brought out something
I do not know you ask this question
Itself does not answer the homie
This is true because that will be
I know that trouble all the time tired
And you let him go to sleep problems do not plague you

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[Dembuś]
Brought up on the sidewalks of your city
There is no cramped tenement apartment old
After the house all day is the reality of their own
Escape from this hell is perhaps a matter of course
Beaten, humiliated in the pathology of raised
We send a lullaby to not feel alone anymore
Continued driving with his parents in locked cabinets
Trapped for hours still crying at night
So I ask you, old people what happens to you
What kind of example you are giving you treat them like garbage
To indulge bidulów is, after all ordinary children
They still remember the screams and shrieks
Bruised body masks on their faces still
But not everything can be hidden
Lie or clothing not everything can be suppressed
Such a behavior you want to pull the hand
I give you these words because this question is
To your heart and head were quiet at night
And you children took on more power
That you'll never hide under a blanket
There is no storm, after which the sun comes out
Remember that it will come soon to the ends of the worst days
That bad people leave the door closes
Soon you will open a new elevation of the head
Key in your hands will hand the then life will be carpeted with a rainbow
Lie down let these sounds zabrzęczą
Now go to sleep you do not let the problems of troubled

[RDK Rudnik]
Dark clouds pouring rain kid sitting in the room
Najebany angry father comes home
A little crying now because I know that today it sleeps
Because my father beat my mother will be mad no just
You know what I'll tell you honestly that one word
This says that will change but I do not believe
So where is the police as psycho tormenting his family
Come will leave tell me I can not see the problem
Well, as this woman has to cope alone
As the home under one roof you have such a bastard
For him, no matter if that child or woman
Punishes them as pets is not junk
A genuinely care system to react in time
He takes the kid out of the house such situations you know
Just a pity he did not know how the mother had a slightly
I mean what is experienced literal pandemonium
He goes home to the so-called children's home
Where in the way of life is another bar
Well I do not know if someone is already in this life you need
As a scholar he was on his nerves weak land
Now I realize that there is no longer with him we
Destroyed psyche of the child talk about it today
I mean honestly as I hear about it makes me shiver
Then I sit down and write all sorts of content level of ummary
I believe I can tell you what I feel like the bad manners
Ruined a child's psyche first years here and there
Then welcome the prison and then
Noose around the neck and thank you man dead
Pathologists do not change even when you are betrothed
And you fall asleep let the little problems you do not torture
And let your problems do not torture
And let your problems do not torture

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