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Lyrics for Ian Brown - Street ChildrenSweet dreams my little amigo
Barefoot and homeless in Rio De
Janiero
Sleepin' on the step of a church
Whose doors are locked
Livin'
in a cardboard box
Inside at the shrine
The Priest sips fine wine
Dines
on fine food and looks for a sign
No mother no father
No shoes nor a
bed
No place to relax and rest his weary head
Where his next meal will
come from
Nobody knows
But everyone can see the church is covered in
gold

Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the
doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All
of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect
them all from harm