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They are the victims of the night

Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight

They fill the doorways, they come far

Holding what they bring, details on a card

And on a rainy night like this

Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips

They are the victims of the night

Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight

They fill the doorways, they come far

Holding what they bring, details on a card

And on a rainy night like this

Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips

There is no charity from where they come

There's nothing left to be

In stark reality thy will be done

For you, for them, for me

How far Jerusalem

Before the heart breaks down

No kings among them

Cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem

Oh, broken hearted clown

We stand among them

Cold feet in London town

They are in search of liberty's trail

Equal in their eyes, faces drawn and pale

So many hearts have gone before

Probably ignored, crashing to the floor

They are the victims of the night

Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight

There is no charity from where they come

There's nothing left to be

In stark reality thy will be done

For you, for them, for me

How far Jerusalem

Before the heart breaks down

No kings among them

Cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem

Oh, broken hearted clown

We stand among them

Cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem

Before the heart breaks down

No kings among them

Cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem

Oh, broken hearted clown

We stand among them

Cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem