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Midnight Child (C) August 8, 2011 Stan Loh & Tim Wenzel Midnight children, vagabond smells, Flamethrower fixes, Living like hell, Selling souls for fives and sixes, With no spare change to appease the fixer, I’m a midnight child, Hanging to dry like a broken bell, I’m a midnight child, Wasting away like a crumbling well. Seeking comfort, finding shame, Another day ends, But not the pain, Our souls lie shattered, at the bottom of a well, No food in our bellies, our bodies we’ll sell. Cold rugged pavements, open enslavement, Refuge in a sleeping bag, Hell if we’re lucky, maybe old Sally will fill our packs,
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