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to bring the wayward ones back home tonight
And they cry, all i m saying
as they fight to exist
To make things right, know their worth is still spoken, broken lives
As the wayward walk alone, and they cry Bridge, they re still waiting
And they call, these mean streets are meant for none
to make things right
Broken homes, they repeat themselves in time
Dress wounds with loves pure light, know their worth is still spoken
we neglect and resist
And they call, all i m saying One, as they fight to exist
These mean streets are meant for none, take them back to the start, let this circle be broken
to bring the wayward ones back home tonight
All i m saying, they still cry, shown no grace
To bring the wayward ones back home tonight, broken lives Bridge, and they call
urban sprawl
To make things right, they still want to know they ll be all right
They repeat themselves in time, these mean streets are meant for none
And they cry, shown no grace Bridge, broken homes
let the purest of heart
it s passed on down the line
Shown no love, they repeat themselves in time
Shown no grace, we neglect and resist
As they fight to exist, let this circle be broken
They still want to know they ll be all right, let this circle be broken, till we heal the wounds inside
Take them back to the start, as the wayward walk alone
it s not too late
Dress wounds with loves pure light, bring the wayward one back home tonight
Shown no grace, dress wounds with loves pure light Bridge, shown no grace