| There’s a child on the subway
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| His story is written on his face
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| And the pain he’s felt, is enough to fill a lifetime
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| But he doesn’t know any other way
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| Somebody tell him that the lost are saved
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| Somebody tell him that his debt’s been paid
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| And let him know, love is calling out his name
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| Somebody tell him, he’s a child of the king
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| And there is an end to this suffering
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| And hope that never fades, through grace that’s made a way
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| Somebody tell him, somebody tell him now
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| You can see it on the TV
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| Or in the middle of a crowded room
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| There’s a sea of broken hearts, that are longing
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| To be washed away by an ocean of truth
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| Somebody tell them that the lost are saved
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| Somebody tell them that their debt’s been paid
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| And let them know love is calling out their names
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| Somebody tell them, they’re the child of the king
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| And there is an end to this suffering
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| And hope that never fades through grace that’s made a way
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| Somebody tell them, somebody tell them now
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| Oh somebody tell them, somebody tell them now
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| Too many times we’ve all held back |
| The truth from those put in our path
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| So let us be the voice of love to them
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| Somebody tell them somebody tell them now
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| Somebody tell them somebody tell them now
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| Somebody tell them that the lost are saved
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| Somebody tell them that their debt’s been paid
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| And let them know love is calling out their names
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| Somebody tell them, they’re the child of the king
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| And there is an end to this suffering
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| And hope that never fades through grace that’s made a way
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| Somebody tell them, somebody tell them now
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| Oh somebody tell them, somebody tell them now |