| Everybody’s intent on killing someone
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| The streets are closed and there’s a kid on the run
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| The bullets scream out from gun to gun
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| Everybody’s intent on being someone
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| The cold and darkness of the criminal dawn
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| Wrapped in blankets, gotta keep themselves warm
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| A child in the arms of a teenage mum
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| Who will be there, who will be the next victim of the criminal dawn?
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| Old friends meet on the edge of town
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| Sharing conversation, hoping things’ll soon get better
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| While the children meet, got the world at their feet
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| Not knowing what’s around the corner
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| Are we living for an uncertain future?
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| Down by the corner sits a broken man
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| Lives by the bottle, swears never again
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| Lost his money on the dogs and gin
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| He looks for his supper in garbage can
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| The kids hang around by the old school ground
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| Right by the river where the body was found
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| Throwing stones on hallowed ground
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| Who will be there, who will be the next victim of the criminal dawn?
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| Old friends meet on the edge of town
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| Sharing conversation, hoping things’ll soon get better
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| While the children meet, got the world at their feet
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| Not knowing what’s around the corner
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| Are we living for an uncertain future?
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| Can you hear them calling?
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| In the cold and darkness of the criminal dawn
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| Wrapped in blankets, gotta keep ourselves warm
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| A child in the arms of a teenage mum
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| Who will be there, who will be the last victim of the criminal dawn?
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| Old friends meet on the edge of town
|
| Sharing conversation, hoping things’ll soon get better
|
| While the children meet, got the world at their feet
|
| Not knowing what’s around the corner
|
| Are we living for an uncertain future?
|
| Old friends meet on the edge of town
|
| Sharing conversation, hoping things’ll soon get better
|
| While the children meet, got the world at their feet
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| Not knowing what’s around the corner
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| Are we living for an uncertain future? |