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Dec 2012
OH LORD, OH LORD.
How can this be.
I get home to be assaulted by my TV.
OH LORD, OH LORD
They are only children.
This can't be happening, not again.
OH LORD, OH LORD
The children, the children.
Oh Lord the children.
What have they done?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The parents, the parents.
Oh Lord the parents.
Told to go home without their children.
OH LORD, OH LORD,
The shooter, the shooter.
A torn up soul. A torn up soul?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The horror, the horror.
What's to happen.
OH LORD, OH LORD
OH LORD, What's to happen now?
And the President cries.
December 14, 2012
Jaymi Swift
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Jaymi Swift  America
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   Ronald D Lanor
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