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Bliss: |
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When the sun's out, and the moonlight is in |
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It blankets the land and a new life begins |
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With headphones on, stargaze lying in a paddock |
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Feel the veil of the night wrap its inner fabric |
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Get the picture from the photo spinner's magic |
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And let your view go slo-mo and cinematic |
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Kids come far and wide to the urban sprawl |
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All the way to day break when its curtain call |
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They scurry in like sweet syncronicity |
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Moving like music in a street city symphony |
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When people sleep and the masses shut shutters |
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Like clockwork, freestyle, after dark buskers |
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Motor full of mates, late night escapades |
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Stealth renegades, burners they set ablaze |
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Paintings flourish all the way down the boulevard |
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Block party, late, whole street full of cars |
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Skaters illuminate the bowl with their headlights |
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Hear the street riders roll when they rev bikes |
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Night riders carve the mountain in the valley haze |
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Covert op, talent sprays in the alleyways |
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Kids in the palace of play, |
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Cloaked in the dark night |
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Summertime shooting hoops under the park lights |
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Guerilla activists seeing freedom clear |
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Across the globe sticking up BNE WAS HERE |
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Chorus: |
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In the evening, when the stars climb |
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You can see them, Children of the night |
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Through the seasons, on the dark side, |
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In the deep end, Children of the night |
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When the day's gone and it unwinds |
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Let them play on till the sunrise |
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Rise till we're all in flight, |
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This is for my people who are - |
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Children of the Night |
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Eso: |
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There's to many places to park down memory lane |
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So let me simply start when I remembered the rain |
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Hit the tin roof, while sitting on my balcony |
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Isolated like a pirate cast out to sea |
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Intrigued by what those city lights offer |
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The world is your oyster type sh*t, |
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And that's proper |
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Hypnotised by it's highs and it's lows |
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A lifestyle that keeps your eyes on the road |
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See there's searchers on the prowl, |
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For that crowbar access |
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And graphers throwing up those whole car classics |
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It's magic to watch the world trying to compete |
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A tapestry of culture intertwined with the beast |
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And that's right where I eat |
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Where the night never sleeps |
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And all I need's a mic and a beat for life in the streets |
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Over years I've put strength in pain |
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Standing strong, writing songs on an empty train |
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Yeah, I've lived a life worth of movies framed through my crooked lens |
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Ive travelled way beyond where the book will end |
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I've seen the visual effects behind the scenes |
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I've found a whole other world trying to find my dreams |
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And temptation will test if you can keep your faith |
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With the smile of a Cheshire cat to lead the way |
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Under night lights, we'll never stop building |
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So welcome to the City of the Lost Children |
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Chorus: |
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In the evening, when the stars climb |
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You can see them, Children of the night |
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Through the seasons, on the dark side, |
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In the deep end, Children of the night |
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When the day's gone and it unwinds |
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Let them play on till the sunrise |
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Rise till we're all in flight, |
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This is for my people who are - |
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Children of the Night |
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Bliss: |
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From the kids in the burbs, playing capture the flag |
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To the cans packed in bags, |
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Lads attack with their tags |
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The core elements, forces of sick skills |
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Back lane breakers in an orbit of windmills |
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Writers hit the tracks in the yard |
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Where the trains stay |
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The beat spills and it trickles down the laneways |
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The streets are bubbling, the beats are rumbling |
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The free runners swing across an urban jungle gym |
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Chorus: |
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In the evening, when the stars climb |
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You can see them, Children of the night |
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Through the seasons, on the dark side, |
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In the deep end, Children of the night |
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When the day's gone and it unwinds |
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Let them play on till the sunrise |
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Rise till we're all in flight, |
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This is for my people who are - |
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Children of the Night |
