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sick sick sick sick. Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak. Taking huncholyna. Or sniffing phoncallina. Newtown. . Down town. Drop down. Stick around. Feeling down. Might be some
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La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. Ring around the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Taste the hands of children. Happiness of children. . Death
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Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all. We let the wise men beat the drums too soon. We were just children of the moon. No one to
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Song Children Of The Light - Jackson 5, Michael Jackson. Children of the Light, oh. Children of the Light, oh. People work and people talk. And think that their alive. But ask them what their life's
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Song Children Of The Light - Jackson 5, Michael Jackson. Children of the Light, oh. Children of the Light, oh. People work and people talk. And think that their alive. But ask them what their life's
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Well you can bump and grind. And it's good for your mind. Well you can twist and shout. Let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the revolution. No you won't fool the children of
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Bài hát Children Of The Night - Kate Covington. Come little children , I'll take thee away . Into a land of enchantment. Come little children , the time's come to play. Here in my garden of shadows
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sick sick sick sick. Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak. Taking huncholyna. Or sniffing phoncallina. Newtown. . Down town. Drop down. Stick around. Feeling down. Might be some
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sick sick sick sick. Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak. Taking huncholyna. Or sniffing phoncallina. Newtown. . Down town. Drop down. Stick around. Feeling down. Might be some
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In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear. A wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves. Unripe Vengeance! The cult that serves as revenge. Has put forward it's
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born to wealth. Earned by someone else. And when their moment comes. They take it and they run. Some are born to be. Lonely refugees. Their heart must weigh a ton. . Children of the night. Their
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sick sick sick sick. Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak. Taking huncholyna. Or sniffing phoncallina. Newtown. . Down town. Drop down. Stick around. Feeling down. Might be some
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Verse. We are the children of today. We are the ones that got away. The future left unsaid. It's our time to change the world. You'll make it better as we learn. We are the only ones who can. We are
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There were too many years. Under spells awry. As the fortune appears. It begins to die So I've come here to wait. For the end of it all. 'Till I'm gone from here. I'm gone from here Children of
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We are children of production. Produced in conjunction. With the urgency of our Dr. Funkenstein In his widsom he forenotioned. The shortcomings of your condition. So, we the clones, were
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we've tired of asking who we are. And what we ought to be. . Children of the night. Howling at the gate. Here to claim forgotten dreams. Too late, too late. Orphans of the darkness. Waiting to
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We are children of the future. Wonder where this world is going to, going to. We are children of the future. Wonder what in this world we are going to do, going to do When they get high. They can
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had to be. Ooh they say that it's over. We're lost children of the sea, oh. We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played. Hiding in our corner of the world. Then we did the demon dance
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had to be. Ooh they say that it's over. We're lost children of the sea, oh. We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played. Hiding in our corner of the world. Then we did the demon dance
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had to be. Ooh they say that it's over. We're lost children of the sea, oh. We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played. Hiding in our corner of the world. Then we did the demon dance
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tiTHE LOST CHILDREN. arMichael Jackson. al. offset500. THE LOST CHILDREN. Michael Jackson. We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers. Wishing our families well. We sing songs for the wishing, of
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tiTHE LOST CHILDREN. arMichael Jackson. al. offset500. THE LOST CHILDREN. Michael Jackson. We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers. Wishing our families well. We sing songs for the wishing, of
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Bài hát Children Of The Sun - Thomas Bergersen, Merethe Soltvedt. Lighting and running from, turning from who we really are. Cannot suppress so let's find the one we have shamed so far. Flying too
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Children of this time She spends one evening alone, she's on fire. Thinkin' of you in a dream. You come home and she says you're a liar. Asking where have you been But she's the angel of your
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Bài hát The Children Sing - Story Of The Year. Don't take this world away from me. Don't take this world away from me. Don't take this. Don't take this world away from me. Don't take this world away
