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Open up your eyes |
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Spare a thought for the children |
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From the gutter to the grave |
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No, that's not what we taught them |
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Fifty thousand kids out on the streets of the Lucky Country |
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From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way to fall |
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Responsibilities breakdown, no real fault of their own |
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No one to cling to, and no place to call their own |
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From the gutter to the grave, nowhere to run |
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Nobodies daughter, nobodies son |
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Time stands still, nowhere to run, no sanctuary |
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A desperate time |
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A desperate measure |
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All lost children |
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In the arms of the world |
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Misbegotten old and young, yesterday's deception |
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Forgive them our sins, deliver us right from wrong |
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Open up your eyes to the real world |
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And don't let crime become their only saviour |
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From the gutter to the grave, nowhere to run |
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Nobodies daughter, nobodies son |
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Time stands still, nowhere to run, no sanctuary, no |
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Screaming in silence |
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Reaching out, no one there to catch their fall |
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Running through madness |
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Alienated by society that they call |
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Socially outcast |
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No prison cell should hold discarded youth |
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Living on a daydream |
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Is this the end of honesty and truth ? |
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Playing with fire |
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Always guilty 'till proven innocent |
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Living in darkness |
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Now they live survival of the fit |
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Millions of people on the streets, could be your country |
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From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way, long way to fall |
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Open up your eyes, open up |
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From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way to fall |
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Open up your eyes |
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Don't let crime become their only saviour |
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(Ain't a long way to fall) |
