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I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky When the children were babies and played on the beach You came up behind me, I saw you go by You were always so
A criminal leave no witness, and don't ever trust these bitches What happened to your life when your house become a home Where your children at? Where your
whenever I do travel If to Portugal, England, or Spain As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
I heard a wise man say And I took the one less traveled by And that's made the difference, every night and every day So I say one way, one way
to die for We're Lost in the middle of a hopeless world Lost in the Middle of a hopeless world Children children of the moon watch the world go by
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky, When the children were babies and played on the beach. You came up behind me, I saw you go by, You were
a beaten broken man he shovels dirt but got no land And he held out his hand to me all God's children ain't free I'd sing along too a silly song but all
with my guns by my side Ready to ride till I die And I'm a soldier And you can see it in my eyes Even when the man dies They say a soldier
We are all children covered in mud Bound by the sacred and searching for love We are all children adrift on the sea Searching for someone, say come
man survive Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes. Every child belongs to mankind's
and sound You can count on me You say you're looking for a man To be there when you call Someone who will stand by you And never let you fall A man
the crimes on this land Killing God's children one by one Casting affliction on the innocent man Beelzebub, I say You
We are children of the world, watching every day go by Changes my life, changes your life, keeps us all anticipating We are searchers of the truth,
To man and woman he gave all dominion Over all creatures that live on creation To multiply and replenish the earth By coming together and so give birth So
have them gypsy boots Follow them by familiar root Rambled round from town to town Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse Saw the bullfighter's
Children we're acting like children instead of like a man and a fullgrown woman We're acting like babies little bitty babies And we're about
land Where what's right and wrong Is the back of a hand Turns girls into women A boy to a man But the rights of the children Have nowhere
I wake up one morning and it's passed you by You don't know when and you don't know why I feel like an old memory hangin' round And man, we've got
A child who is raised by an unworthy hand Has less of a chance being a man. Who will try to remember, and then understand, Why a mother would cry
Children rise Rainbow children, it's time to rise! Rainbow children, it's time to rise! As prophesied, the Wise One and his woman were tempted by
I took a walk by the sea Nothing else, just for me Yesterday was a long, long time ago There's a man and he's sighing It's all he's got to keep
of red-skin children That have never fully healed Ask a black man how he feels He's a nervous gifted child He's an old man been forgotten He's
Come children emanate him The man with no insides, the man with no insides The man with no insides, the man with no insides Immerse the pawn In
greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man.
(Help them. Help our children. Help them. Help our children) Will you let them be? (Help the children) Will you help the children live to see...