Lyrics:
The woods near her home are dangerous, all manner of beast hide in the fray
If only someone had been watching out today
On every milk carton by the end
to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we'll do it.
Why sit around, resugned?
Trouble is, son,
The farther you run,
The more you feel undefined
For
imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married
And raise a family oh yeah
In a cosy little home
In the country
Where two children maybe for real
everywhere
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
We're Selassie I children
Haile Selassie children
We are Ethiopians by blood
Africa was born in us, Selassie children
Haile Selassie children
We
wandering blind
Just more questions different kind
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away, we'll do it
Why sit around, resigned?
is the common creed
The rich and poor will have to bleed, yeah
Running, yes you're running, you will never get away
Time soon up, you'll have to pray,
am like gunpowder and a friend of the homeless people
Don't threaten me, I strike with poetry and I am against running away
To be honest, my name is
To the lady by the windowsill
Five healthy children
And a home of your own
Back on Miracle Row
They all will follow the show
Soap operas in
little children are hungry and cry
Wherever people ain't free
Wherever men are fightin' for their rights
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma
That's where
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
errands for your parents
Tsakhar we call it
Children running with bread in the morning
Children flying down and up narrow streets whose walls are the colour
a-way to me.
Everywhere that you look, in the day or night,
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm a-gonna be.
Wherever little children are
love tonight
We are the children of the night
Forever young
And so alive
So let's dance away
The pain we feel inside
As the night descends
We're
broken? (Time)
Why do we spend our whole lives chasing time? (Time)
The clock is ticking on by
We always feel like we're running out of time (Time)
a city far away
Or perhaps in your very own backyard
Two children escaped to the grassy fields
There they saw all kinds of wonderful and marvelous things
and the sun gets hotter
someone mumbles a tune
and the young men spot her
running up to the room
and yes
they tgotta get out of here soon
five healthy children
[Chorus:]
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women,
We are old, we are young
We are in this together
Vagabonds and children (are)
Prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging
And eyes full of wonder
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
swallow the sun
You are limited only to what I have already done
Some see me as competition, but I see them as all my children
Because as writers, we must
of got you by
Tio never made the call so all in all y'all had to
Decide
To survive
The projector of life
Tinkered away and then spliced
A background fit
waqt me rehta kaun turn around have a look
Are you a voice or an echo
Tell me if you're ready I'll let go
Chora Maine use paya khudko
Jaake pata chala
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