They were hidden, now they're found

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We watch, we pray, we prey
We touch and say we say
Child of light and child of good
You should not of come up this neck of the woods

We chant, we echo the echoes
We rant and scream the screams
Child of man we mimic you're moves
You should not of found us we're up to no good.

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