In the middle of the night As the cats cry in the street And the scent of flowers Is heavy in your hair The car sweeps by with the murdered child The car sweeps by with the violated girl The car sweeps by with its trunk full of death What monster's we've become What monster's we've become I can't hear your voice I can't see your face
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