Kite Runner - When the Blood Comes Home | Текст песни

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I've thought of every way to keep it on the outside, but still I bring it back to all of my rage, that festers with every coming of days. I've always turned my fear to something I hate.

And I'm scared of what I don't know

And my fear turns to all that I hate.

So I will tear his arms off.

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