| Kids and balloons
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| Rope them together, the less you will lose
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| Float away and
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| Fly to the moon
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| Rockets and spaceships, the stars gonna shoot
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| Leave them to fall
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| Battered and bruised you don’t love them at all
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| Liar liar
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| Rewrite the rules
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| They got torn up by the boy crying wolf
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| There’s very little good here
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| You’ve really got to take care of your children
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| There’s very little love here
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| It’s been another bad year, for the children
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| Where are they supposed to go
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| We don’t know, 'cause the world ain’t ready yet
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| There’s very little good here
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| You’ve really got to take care, of your children.
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| Right from the start
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| Don’t you forget about the kids in the dark
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| They’ll be waiting
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| Hiding their scars
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| Mummy and daddy gun' rip them apart
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| With stories of ghosts
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| Bad dreams and birthdays you forgot like most
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| Lost and lonely
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| You should have known
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| Known what they’re feeling, left homeless at home
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| There’s very little good here
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| You’ve really got to take care of your children
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| There’s very little love here
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| It’s been another bad year, for the children
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| Where are they supposed to go
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| We don’t know, 'cause the world ain’t ready yet
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| There’s very little good here
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| You’ve really got to take care, of your children. |