[Bliss:]
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When the sun's out, and the moonlight is in
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It blankets the land and a new life begins
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With headphones on, stargaze lying in a paddock
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Feel the veil of the night wrap its inner fabric
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Get the picture from the photo spinner's magic
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And let your view go slo-mo and cinematic
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Kids come far and wide to the urban sprawl
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All the way to day break when its curtain call
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They scurry in like sweet syncronicity
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Moving like music in a street city symphony
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When people sleep and the masses shut shutters
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Like clockwork, freestyle, after dark buskers
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Motor full of mates, late night escapades
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Stealth renegades, burners they set ablaze
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Paintings flourish all the way down the boulevard
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Block party, late, whole street full of cars
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Skaters illuminate the bowl with their headlights
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Hear the street riders roll when they rev bikes
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Night riders carve the mountain in the valley haze
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Covert op, talent sprays in the alleyways
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Kids in the palace of play,
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Cloaked in the dark night
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Summertime shooting hoops under the park lights
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Guerilla activists seeing freedom clear
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Across the globe sticking up BNE WAS HERE
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[Chorus:]
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In the evening, when the stars climb
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You can see them, Children of the night
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Through the seasons, on the dark side,
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In the deep end, Children of the night
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When the day's gone and it unwinds
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Let them play on till the sunrise
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Rise till we're all in flight,
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This is for my people who are -
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Children of the Night
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[Eso:]
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There's to many places to park down memory lane
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So let me simply start when I remembered the rain
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Hit the tin roof, while sitting on my balcony
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Isolated like a pirate cast out to sea
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Intrigued by what those city lights offer
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The world is your oyster type sh*t,
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And that's proper
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Hypnotised by it's highs and it's lows
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A lifestyle that keeps your eyes on the road
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See there's searchers on the prowl,
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For that crowbar access
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And graphers throwing up those whole car classics
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It's magic to watch the world trying to compete
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A tapestry of culture intertwined with the beast
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And that's right where I eat
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Where the night never sleeps
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And all I need's a mic and a beat for life in the streets
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Over years I've put strength in pain
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Standing strong, writing songs on an empty train
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Yeah, I've lived a life worth of movies framed through my crooked lens
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Ive travelled way beyond where the book will end
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I've seen the visual effects behind the scenes
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I've found a whole other world trying to find my dreams
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And temptation will test if you can keep your faith
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With the smile of a Cheshire cat to lead the way
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Under night lights, we'll never stop building
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So welcome to the City of the Lost Children
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[Chorus:]
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In the evening, when the stars climb
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You can see them, Children of the night
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Through the seasons, on the dark side,
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In the deep end, Children of the night
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When the day's gone and it unwinds
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Let them play on till the sunrise
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Rise till we're all in flight,
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This is for my people who are -
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Children of the Night
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[Bliss:]
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From the kids in the burbs, playing capture the flag
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To the cans packed in bags,
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Lads attack with their tags
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The core elements, forces of sick skills
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Back lane breakers in an orbit of windmills
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Writers hit the tracks in the yard
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Where the trains stay
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The beat spills and it trickles down the laneways
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The streets are bubbling, the beats are rumbling
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The free runners swing across an urban jungle gym
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[Chorus:]
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In the evening, when the stars climb
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You can see them, Children of the night
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Through the seasons, on the dark side,
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In the deep end, Children of the night
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When the day's gone and it unwinds
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Let them play on till the sunrise
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Rise till we're all in flight,
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This is for my people who are -
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Children of the Night
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The Children Of The Night
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| Bliss N Eso |
