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Hine Rupert The Deep End Thursday's Child (4 46) There's a boy of nine running down the road And he's out of his mind Little sister fell down the stairs again He can't believe in heaven anymore. Amen! Look from your car window And you'll see this stoney sideshow Thursday's child has far to go And here's a teenage girl lost at the junction She's out of control The man she loved left and dumped her, alone She's just another message on his ansaphone All she needed was the sound of his soft hello She mustn't sink so low Thursday's child has far to go And no one taught these kids to laugh Old faces on tiny legs And no one taught these kids to cry They just cry And no one taught these kids to learn about love Can't the angels save these children God knows, he made plenty of those Can't the angels save these children Must they live on the edge Please give them a home Give them some hope And this family's unheard shouting at the world Knowing no sanctuary Frail young mother with the glassy eyes Fantasizing, she's so tranquilized Look down from your window To a dessert where nothing can grow Thursday's child has far to go And no one taught these kids to laugh Old faces on tiny legs And no one taught these kids to cry They just cry Guitar: Phil Palmer Drums: Michael Witzel Clarinets and Recorders: Ollie W. Taylor Piano, keys and vocals: Rupert Hine |
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