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Get Outside The Depot
Child of the world
Have you heard the word?
Lots of us –
Misunderstood
People…
Run from home –
Have to hide
Forget the station,
Get outside –
The depot…
There’s a world out there,
It’s cruel out there,
But it’s for real
You’re cool out there,
You’re a fool out there,
Depends on what you feel
Child of the world
The night’s not safe
You better get out,
Have t’ find someplace –
Ya gotta let go…
‘Cause living on the lamb,
Is buildin' in the sand
Can’t stay at the station,
Ya gotta get outside…
The depot…
Sure - it’s cold,
But the world don’t know
They don’t even see you.
Better do as you’re told,
If you’re gona grow old
I’m sure that’s what you want.
It’s not fair,
But the world don’t care
They don’t even know you.
Better keep your mouth shut,
If you’re going to grow up
I’m sure that’s what you want.
You’re a child of the world –
But you better – do as you’re told
If ya wana grow old…
‘Cause I’m sure that’s what you want.
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