Lyrics:
On this cold day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on main street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am
day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on Main Street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am standing in my bare
are loved, deeply cared for
By the father of lights
We sing la la la la la la la la
We are the children of God
La la la la la la la la
We are
to look under the bed
Never quite sure, are they real or are they in your head
Monsters are at your door
You should be running away
You should be running
on the couch
You hit your children, then start freezin' 'em out
You try and work things out, but it's never the same
All the women in your household are
You were formed from this wisdom. My tree children still know this they are this wisdom naturally. Only my human children started to turn away from this
and children and watermelon wine"
He said, "Women think about they-selves, when the menfolk ain't around
And friends are hard to come by when they discover
running
Up to me
From the deck of the ship
And he said, said he
O are you the boy
Who would wait on the quay
With the silver penny
And the apricot
what's left of what we once were
We are falling far behind.
There's so much stacking up against us and we're running out of time.
We are but hopeful
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind
an ankle from a villager running by, the blur of a stone kicked by children's legs, agile and strong. More than these fragments of images, my world is
of children calmly tortured
By their papa and their mama
And the blood of men whose
Heads bleed in padded cells
And the roofers blood when the roofer
Slips
you
Days when children say funny
And brilliant things
Like savages trying to send you
A message through their bodies
While their bodies are still
Alive
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
Oooo yeah
Ha ha ha yeah yeah yeah
And I be singing like
Why were you running away?
You running away
Yeah
Mmmmm yeah
Why are you running away?
No one
silence from the crowd
A flatline pitch in upper tones where registers escape in colors
Bleeding far away from earthly fire borne of quaking ash
Instilled
It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle
a pickup truck, three children, and the rent
Doctor bills and groceries, and the rest for some good cause
Diamond rings and those fancy things, I depend
running and the washing machine
There's a Lithuanian in the engine
What are you doing here
Cause I want you to be in my life
Why must we fight over
hair is too small
My makeup is running
It's 98 degrees inside of this
Bouncy castle
I am the clown
Performing for a children's birthday party
Made
and be saved by the blood
And I'm running, running
And I'm running, running
And I'm running, running to you
And I'm running, running
And I'm running
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind
Oh
Pain
When will you go
Away
Oh pain
In this world
Oh children are dying
People are dying
Ooh pain, pain
Pain, pain
In this world
(Oh pain) Pain
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