HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s afraid heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll suffer his fathers fate
Two sets of silver records and plates
Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not to late to start
Only the photographs on your wall
Are chained and down your hall
Reminding you of all the days
When you collected hell to pay
Well hell to pay
I said itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not too late
Not itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not too late
Oh God I can see it, you know itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s...
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