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Reckless Kids
We are kids of the night
Walking free without the light
You may see us during the day
But night is when we really play
You won’t know who we are
We blend in and watch from afar
That boy in the corner of the room
Wants to escape his personal doom
That girl in the back of the class
Watches us run over broken glass
Those three boys that stray from others
Always wish to play and have brothers
We spend our days behind brick walls
Work and life restricting us all
But when the sun goes down
We come out and rule the town
They call us the reckless kids
With our spray paint cans and tire skids
The paint seen as you drive through towns;
The big bubble letters and creepy clowns.
This is how we express our mind.
You wash it off yet more you find.
You can’t stop us from expressing,
We’ll just keep on messing.
A junkyard lies outside of town
Here is where our guard goes down
A safe haven for the broken
This place requires no special token
The man there knows what you do not
He knows the problems we’ve all got
He knows the beaten hearts and minds
Of the kids who always get left behind
He knows we manage to stay strong
Getting through days rough and long
You call us kids of the night
Since we roam about when there’s no light
You call us the reckless kids
Making art with cans and tire skids
That boy from the corner of the room
Finally escaped his personal doom
That girl from the back of the class
Now runs with us over broken glass
Those three boys that strayed from others
Now play with us and call us brothers
Next time you go out and see our mark
Remember this and don't fear the dark
We are the reckless kids of the night
Coming out when there’s no longer light
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rewrote Reckless Kids Of The Night
it's much better this way now