They’re all out running through fields and meadows
Through streets in the rain
Waiting on corners wrapped tight by their mothers
Handing out flowers to open arms
Where are the children?
For all I see
Are you and me but smaller
Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out
They're all out running away through the meadows
Away from the alleys
Away from sharp corners
Packing their souls down hard like snowballs
Ready to hide from the long, long winter
Where are the children?
For all I see
Are you and me but smaller
Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out
I fell you tell me, the scrapes are from falling
I’m fine you tell me, the cuts are from cooking
I can’t sleep you tell me, the swelling’s not made up
Where are the children?
When all I see
Are you and me but smaller
Whizzing by, all banged up inside
Where are the children?
For all I see
Are you and me but smaller
Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out
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