You bring me to my knees,
And make me cry, make me cry;
because I bleed for you,
my blood streams for you.
But in my eyes you can't tell,
that at night I've been crying for you,
Crying for you.
And now you hold her,
Stroke her hair,
and let me stand there,
Blankly I stare.
So let me cry, let me cry;
Because I bleed for you
and my blood streams for you,
....and that's fine.
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Recovered skulls of the victims of the 1994 Rwandan Genocide in a display case in the Kigali Genocide Memorial. Photo: Arlana Shikongo Immig...
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