The phone call,
my mother's voice in my ear,
tears and death and cold summer days
sitting in the neighbor's house
calling nine one one
screaming down through the years,
oh, savior,
what have you done?
The phone call,
my mother's voice in my ear,
tears and death and cold summer days
sitting in the neighbor's house
calling nine one one
screaming down through the years,
oh, savior,
what have you done?
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