There was a boy who sang his song just different
So they stabbed him in the arms
Blood washed down him like a faucet
He cried for help...
And no one came...
He died in the rain.
And in Dakota, one day day he will wake up unchanged.
Yes in Dakota, one day he will wake up unchained.I feel weird typing this up here. Because it's not really my story...
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