| Little children out in the rain
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| Slipping and sliding, covered in pain
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| Bodies broken, soaked to the bone
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| Little children going on home
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| Someone ought to make them feel fine
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| Someone’s got to change your mind
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| Flying down Juniper, a three wheel line
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| Long gone kiss it goodbye
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| Mother and Father covered in snow
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| Little children going on home
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| Someone ought to make them feel fine
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| Someone’s got to change your mind
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| I know, I know
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| Someone ought to make them feel fine
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| And so and so
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| Someone’s got to change your mind
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| Nothing to prove, your blood is mine
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| I have no children, just some design
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| Woven mystery that fills up this womb
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| No little children left to go home |