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(David Christopher) |
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Dark night broken lights |
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A boy on the corner with his hands held high |
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He sees a gun sees an eye |
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But he'd rather get shot than give it up |
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Works for a violent man |
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Who expects to get money when he sees him again |
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And if he doesn't die on the corner tonight |
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It won't take too long to catch him |
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Children throw their lives away yeah |
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A little more dying every day |
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Little young man he ain't got a lot |
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But he'd sell his whole world just to get what you've got |
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He's not even sure if his body's hooked |
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But if he gets a little higher he could fly away |
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Little young lady watch her children play |
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There's two outside and one on the way |
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She hasn't seen her man in a thousand days |
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Since the police came around and took him away |
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Children throw their lives away |
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A little more dying every day |
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Children throw their lives away |
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A little more dying every day |
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Children throw their lives away yeah |
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A little more dying every day |
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Sirens scream through the empty streets |
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Headed to the scene of another mistake |
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One man hanging on the edge of life |
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The other one thrown in a bag |
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The children watch the children think |
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That the bottom line is that nothing's free |
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But it doesn't take much to end a life |
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When the thoughts stop coming out straight |
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Children throw their lives away |
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A little more every day |
