| Mother watching from the window
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| Funny how there’s still no sign
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| Recently you know she’s seen her baby change
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| What if he has crossed the line?
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| His brother was hanging with the big crowd
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| Never seen a harder man
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| And the hero sets a battle for the child
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| He wants to do his family proud
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| Running through the beat of his life
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| Learning to graduate to picking up knives
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Cover your ears from the violence
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| It’s getting worse here day by day
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| Have you seen the streets
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| They’re running with young blood
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| Crimson tide among the grey
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| Running through the streets of his life
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| And he’ll learn the tricks of the night
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| Gotta prove his brother was right
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| He’ll get better at, better at picking up knives
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| And then, it tells another tale
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| Another young boy found
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| In the streets last night
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| And the people hide
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| Afraid to go outside
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| And the water’s running wild
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| With the finding of the child
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| Mother watching from the window
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| Hears a sound beside the door
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| And she runs to it, her hand across her heart
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| She sees her little boy once more
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| But I stand watching from my window
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| I see the lights as they arrive
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| I’ve been waiting for you
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| Waiting for all the night
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| Now I know the reason why
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| Running to the beat of his life
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| Where he learned the tricks of the night
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| He had to prove his daddy was right
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| But he got better at, better at picking up knives
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| And I’ll never understand (Picking up knives)
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| Never see him as a man (Picking up knives)
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| There was beauty in his eyes (Picking up knives)
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| (Picking up, sticking up, picking up)
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| I will never say good bye (Sticking up, picking up knives) |