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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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took away the lives of their little girls and boys. These little school children have gone on to glory. No lessons to study, no worry or cares. They're now rejoicing and walking with Jesus. They won't
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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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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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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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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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Bài hát Children Of A Miracle - Don Diablo, Marnik. Sea of flames, taking hold. They're throwing oil on burning water. They raise the tides. We raise the boats. No, we won't be going under. We are
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Verse. We are the children of today. We are the ones that got away. We are the future left unsaid. It's our time to change the world. We'll make it better as we learn. We are the only ones who can
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I'd sing more about moral of this land. But all God's children ain't free. I'd open up every door I can. 'Cause all God's children ain't free I met a beaten broken man. He shovels dirt but got no
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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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Bài hát The Smell Of Rebellion (Matilda Original Broadway Recording) - Lauren Ward, Bertie Carvel, Children. This school of late has started reeking -. Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking! -. Reeking
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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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waters of Bodom. Turn a blood shade of red. As the Children Of Bodom. Lake their last breath. . When the calm is setting in. We'll watch it swiftly disappear. Too many years of silence. Soon he's
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I got this old school, the color of soul food. Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white. Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens. Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans I
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I got this old school, the color of soul food. Candied yam racing strips, pipes potato white. Cornbread interior trimmed in collard greens. Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans I
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Hat goin match my shoe. Shirt goin match my belt. Man I be so fly, I can't help my self. Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school. And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school
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"CLASS!" Hi Good morning KIDS. Mazu wa kiritsu, rei, chakuseki de Break. PEN nigitte NOTE hiraite Today. Jugyou no BERU ga on the Beat. . Come on everybody School of Rock. You don't stop. Kore
