Dark night broken lights
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A boy on the corner with his hands held high
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He sees a gun sees an eye
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But he'd rather get shot than give it up
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Works for a violent man
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Who expects to get money when he sees him again
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And if he doesn't die on the corner tonight
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It won't take too long to catch him
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Children throw their lives away yeah
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A little more dying every day
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Little young man he ain't got a lot
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But he'd sell his whole world just to get what you've got
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He's not even sure if his body's hooked
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But if he gets a little higher he could fly away
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Little young lady watch her children play
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There's two outside and one on the way
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She hasn't seen her man in a thousand days
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Since the police came around and took him away
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Children throw their lives away
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A little more dying every day
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Children throw their lives away
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A little more dying every day
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Children throw their lives away yeah
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A little more dying every day
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Sirens scream through the empty streets
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Headed to the scene of another mistake
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One man hanging on the edge of life
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The other one thrown in a bag
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The children watch the children think
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That the bottom line is that nothing's free
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But it doesn't take much to end a life
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When the thoughts stop coming out straight
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Children throw their lives away
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A little more every day
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Little Children
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| Eva Cassidy |
