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Everybody's intent on killing someone |
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The streets are closed and there's a kid on the run |
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The bullets scream out from gun to gun |
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Everybody's intent on being someone |
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The cold and darkness of a criminal dawn |
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Wrapped in blankets gotta keep ourselves warm |
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A child in the arms of a teenage mum |
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Who will be there, who will be the next victim |
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Of the criminal dawn? |
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Old friends meet on the edge of town |
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Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better |
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While the children meet, got the world at their feet |
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Not knowing what's around the corner |
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Are we living for an uncertain future? |
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Down on the corner sits a broken man |
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Lives by the bottle, swears "never again" |
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Lost his money on the dogs and gin |
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Now he looks for his supper in a garbage can |
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The kids hang around by the old schoolground |
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Right by the river where the body was found |
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Throwing stones on hallowed ground |
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Who will be there, who will be the next victim |
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Of the criminal dawn? |
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Old friends meet on the edge of town |
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Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better |
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While the children meet, got the world at their feet |
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Not knowing what's around the corner |
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Are we living for an uncertain future? |
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In the cold and darkness of a criminal dawn |
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Wrapped in blankets gotta keep ourselves warm |
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A child in the arms of a teenage mum |
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Who will be there, who will be the last victim |
|
Of the criminal dawn? |
|
Old friends meet on the edge of town |
|
Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better |
|
While the children meet, got the world at their feet |
|
Not knowing what's around the corner |
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Are we living for an uncertain future? |
