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Sep 2015
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Comin home on the midnight train

;:;:


                                         (The city ' s on fire )

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every child 's being tortured by pain

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Oh children  !

Look towards  each other

& possibly live

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The stars gaze on

Trembling

oh where

Are you

God ?

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the mid night train

High above the streets

Where hearts are being broken

And mothers weep
Written by
jeffrey robin
164
   Rhet Toombs
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