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In the heart of the 80s, under neon lights, Gen X kids grew up, with dreams in their sights. But the world was changing, fast and unforgiving, Parents lost in dreams, their kids were just living.
It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are? Echoed through the night, a gentle reminder of a child forgot. TV screens flashed, a warning so stark, As families drifted apart, in the dark.
Malls and arcades, where the youth would play, While mom and dad worked, chasing the day. The nightly reminder, a haunting refrain, It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?"
It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are? Echoed through the night, a gentle reminder of a child forgot.
TV screens flashed, a warning so stark, As families drifted apart, in the dark.
The city lights flickered, as the night took its toll, Gen X kids wandered, searching for fun. The TV's call, a distant, familiar sound, It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?
It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are? Echoed through the night, a gentle reminder of a child forgot.
TV screens flashed, a warning so stark, As families drifted apart, in the dark.
In the echoes of time, a story unfolds, Of a generation lost, and the stories untold. The TV's call, a reminder, a haunting refrain, It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?
It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?
It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?