Blackmore's night

Child in time

Blackmore's night
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between good and bad.
See the blind man shooting at the world.
Bullets flying taking toll.
If you've been bad, (oh) Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes.
O-oh, bow your head.
Wait for the ricochet.
oo-oo-oo
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