Quote (-DeToX- @ Dec 26 2014 01:02am)
havent got a "gift" since i was 3 years old
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
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And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
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People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
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And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight