| Oh they killed all the little ones
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| While their faces still smiled
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| With their guns and the fury
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| They erased their young lives.
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| No longer to laugh
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| No longer to be a child
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| Oh they’ve killed all the little ones
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| While their faces still smiled.
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| Now they’re burying the little ones
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| And they’re making the graves deep
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| So the world cannot see
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| That tonight we may sleep.
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| While they wash away the blood
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| The mothers all weep
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| Oh they’re burying the little ones
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| And they’re making the graves deep.
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| Oh they’re burying the little ones
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| And they’re making the graves deep.
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| Yet where will the devils go
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| When that day comes
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| When the angels drag them out
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| To face the little ones.
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| Oh they’ve killed all the little ones
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| With their eyes open wide
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| There was nothing to help them
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| On the day that they died.
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| No bed to run under
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| No cupboard to hide
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| Oh they’ve killed all the little ones
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| With their eyes open wide.
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| They’ll be raising the little ones
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| With no sin to atone
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| In the light of high heaven
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| They will sit on tall throne.
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| Where playtime lasts forever
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| And God’s mercy never ends.
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| They’ll be raising the little ones
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| And they’ll all be best friends.
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| They’ll be raising the little ones
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| And they’ll all be best friends. |