| Out in this wasteland
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| Hear the fallen angels cry
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| The tears of the innocent
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| Bitter sweet this paradise
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| He works in mysterious ways
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| And we all have questioned why
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| How one so young and pure
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| Can be victims sacrificed
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| So sleep our little angels, sleep tonight
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| Where fear can no longer hurt you
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| No need to run and hide
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| So sleep our little angels, sleep tonight
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| I say a prayer each passing year
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| For the children of the tide
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| Started out like any other ordinary day
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| How was I to know what would come my way
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| On the distant horizon (horizon)
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| The winds of change will blow
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| Bringing death and destruction
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| Like never seen before
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| Where did they go, where did they go
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| So sleep our little angels
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| Where did they go oh-oh
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| The fear in paradise
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| Where did they go, where did they go
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| Sleep our little angels
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| Where did they go oh-oh
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| The children of the tide
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| Ended up like no other ordinary day
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| Take this cup and wash my sins away
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| Where did they go
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| Where did they go oh-oh
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| The fear in paradise
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| Where did they go, where did they go
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| Sleep our little angels
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| Where did they go oh-oh |