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In the cold night air
he crouches sweating,
sweating and praying
that there is a God,
sweating and praying
that there is a God
as he crouches in the cold night air
behind the wall
trying not to breathe
trying not to breathe
and be invisible
at the same time
Please God don't let them find me
please God don't let them find me
please God don't let them find me
Today there is a God
and he is listening,
listening and answering
and the big boys pass by
muttering as they pass by
Don't worry we'll find him tomorrow
Tomorrow we will find him
Don't worry
And that's all he can do
and that's all he does
in the cold night air
crouching sweating
crouching sweating and praying
that there is a God,
that there is a God
and he is listening to the prayer
that tomorrow never comes.
But tomorrow always comes,
Tomorrow always comes
And so do the big boys.
By: Paul
Cookson
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