Tired little one
In my arms so small
all your dreams so innocent
a place familiar to us all
now as I try
to lull you to sleep
oh tie to those dreams that you must see
Tired little child
where the streets are your home
nothing is yours
the city your home
so easy to walk on by
problems to be stoppped asking why
something's got to give
I'd streched hand hiding you
everyone is running hiding from the truth
hear the words I sing
all we have all we need

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