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They are the victims of the night |
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Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight |
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They fill the doorways, they come far |
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Holding what they bring, details on a card |
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And on a rainy night like this |
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Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips |
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They are the victims of the night |
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Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight |
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They fill the doorways, they come far |
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Holding what they bring, details on a card |
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And on a rainy night like this |
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Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips |
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There is no charity from where they come |
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There's nothing left to be |
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In stark reality thy will be done |
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For you, for them, for me |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Before the heart breaks down |
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No kings among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Oh, broken hearted clown |
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We stand among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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They are in search of liberty's trail |
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Equal in their eyes, faces drawn and pale |
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So many hearts have gone before |
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Probably ignored, crashing to the floor |
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They are the victims of the night |
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Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight |
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There is no charity from where they come |
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There's nothing left to be |
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In stark reality thy will be done |
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For you, for them, for me |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Before the heart breaks down |
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No kings among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Oh, broken hearted clown |
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We stand among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Before the heart breaks down |
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No kings among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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How far Jerusalem |
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Oh, broken hearted clown |
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We stand among them |
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Cold feet in London town |
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How far Jerusalem |
