| I saw children through a fence
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| Standing by blue canvas tents
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| I called to them, they move like ghosts
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| Gliding silent and remote
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| A girl who smiled was a straight lie
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| Looked like a creature out of time
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| A grey boy burned by cigarettes
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| Pushed his scarred hands through the fence
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| When I turned, and tried to run
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| I saw ten thousand children
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| Were laid in lines wrapped in white sheets
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| Along a godforsaken street
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| I prayed an angel from the clouds
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| Would free the children, free them, oh oh
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| I prayed and waited for an age
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| I waited but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel from the clouds
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| Would free the children, free them, oh oh
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| I prayed and waited for an age
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| I waited but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel from the clouds
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| Would free the children, free them, oh oh
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| I prayed and waited for an age
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| I waited but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel from the clouds
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| Would free the children, free them, oh oh
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| I prayed and waited for an age
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| I waited but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
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| I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came |