I got another tale
About tragedy
Without fairies or angels
It’s just the reality
Once upon a time
In a shantytown
He was 17
And had a lot of dreams
In the middle of night it came
Without advise
Sparks through the dark
Brought pain
And did not knock
At the door
Came hurting the flesh
And took away his blood
Stray bullet
Collected its price
Stray bullet
He paid with his life
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