Oh oh, the sun's gone down
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Her day begins
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And the rhythm of the darkness
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Wakes the dead
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<Interlude>
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Don't answer eyes that smile
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Don't let them in
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They see the lonely child
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She feels their sin
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But it's getting so much colder
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And she's afraid
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Never going back
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to where the pain was
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She'd rather face the pain
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that's here and now
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<Interlude>
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Someone's thrown
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away their children
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You can see them running
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from your smile
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Sing for the runaway children
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The throw away child
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<Interlude>
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I'll make you safe and warm
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Words she needs to hear
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What they really mean
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is no more little girl
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Don't see her anymore
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They disappear
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Yesterday they said
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that she was dying
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And just today I heard
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that she was dead
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Someone's thrown
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away their children
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You can see them running
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from your smile
|
Sing for the runaway children
|
The throw away child
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Someone's thrown
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away their children
|
You can hear them
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only if you try
|
Sing for the runaway children
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Goodbye Someone's thrown
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away their children
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You can see them running
|
from your smile
|
Sing for the runaway children
|
The throw away child
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Someone's thrown
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away their children
|
You can see them running
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from your smile
|
cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Throw Away The Children
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| Dio |
