We donâ€TMt know what to say
We donâ€TMt know what to say
We donâ€TMt know what to do
We donâ€TMt know what to do
We donâ€TMt know what to do an mouth opens for some words
This is a little boy who made a big meal
Itâ€TMs a passing grain, except for him something to eat
Itâ€TMs too much food, until he says nà ̈nà ̈hen
Itâ€TMs a womanâ€TMs death, and he went with the womanâ€TMs so
Chorus
The children's eyes on the floor
They're calling us
They're crying
The Back
U that he didn't see a great father father x4
This is a little boy who is a food baker
It's a passing grain, until he said dÃ2 dun
Nâ ̀a is a food pass, until he says nà ̈nà ̈
Chorus x 2

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