Blood On The Concrete
The Glass Child
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Am Four children in a playground F laughing loud and living free C A mother watching wondering G what they will grow up to be Am / F / C / G Patrick wants to be a doctor like the man in white who saved his mother from that thing in her breast and then there’s Dave who tries be a fighter, to make his father proud one day And Tom gets kicked in school because his friends says he is gay Then there’s Sarah, a little quiet, who only wants one thing, to get to know her dad, who left when she was young he even took her mother’s wedding ring F / G / Am / Am On their way home feeling free Sarah's laughing, running faster than the wind But she ain’t looking as she crosses the street I still hear her mother screaming, looking for a heartbeat Dm E iI went to fast, a second’s crash Am and Sarah’s dead on the concrete Am / F / C / G The same morning there’s a man finding a letter from his wife, she said “I’m sorry but I can’t find a way to live this life” He found her in the tightrope In the bathroom hanging dead He screamed but couldn’t make a sound fallen on his knees, he said “How am I supposed to go on now?” He took that bottle and then another Got in the car and drove Disappearing in the night F / G / Am / Am I still hear that car when Sarah’s crossing the street And I still hear her mother screaming looking for a heartbeat Dm It went so fast E A second’s crash Am And Sarah’s dead on the concrete F / G / Am / Am Empty bottles and broken dreams life never goes as you plan it to be Empty bottles and broken dreams life never goes as you plan it to be Empty bottles and broken dreams I pass that spot every day on the street Dm / E Am A life-story written in the blood on the concrete
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