| Here they come walking with fire in their eyes
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| In these lands only the tough can survive
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| Here in the heartland you hear their cries
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| We’ll fly the colours 'til the day that we die
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| Hear the sound the backstreet dance has begun
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| Walking proud the thundering hearts on the run
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| Locked out on a cold winter’s night
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| Just children we’ve got to survive
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| We are the chosen ones of the night
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| So young to be left all alone in the fight
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| Even though we are the strays
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| Say a prayer for better days
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| And they’ll never break us down
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| 'Cause we are the chosen ones
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| Just a boy abandoned and left on the street
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| Kicked on the outside but inside you can’t touch me
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| I’m rising out of the gutters and pain
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| Take on the world you’ll remember my name
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| We are the chosen ones of the night
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| So young to be left all alone in the fight
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| But you’ll never see us cry
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| 'Cause we’re never going to die
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| And they’ll never break us down
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| 'Cause we are the chosen ones
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| And we’re on the streets
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| And we’re so cold
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| But we’re rising up
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| We’ll be the chosen ones
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| We are the chosen ones of the night
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| So young to be left all alone in the fight
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| But you’ll never see us cry
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| 'Cause we’re never going to die
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| And they’ll never break us down
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| 'Cause we are the chosen ones
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| We are the chosen ones of the night
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| And we’re rising up |