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Children of the Night |
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Richard Marx |
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All that I know in my life, |
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I have learned on the street |
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No magic carpet, no genie, |
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no shoes on my feet |
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Will I wake up from this nightmare? |
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A fear that chills me to the bone |
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Though I may be one of many |
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I feel so all alone |
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We are the children of the night |
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We won't go down without a fight |
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Our voice is strong, our future's bright |
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And thanks to what we learned from you |
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We've grown into the children of the night |
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Left by my father with only this scar on my face |
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Told by my mother that, |
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"No, you were just a mistake" |
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I have tasted my own hunger |
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Sold my body to survive |
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Some have paid to scratch the surface |
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But they can't touch what's inside |
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How I long for something better |
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Than this life I know too well |
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Lord, I know I'm bound for heaven |
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Cause I've done my time in hell |
