| Mother’s child, should I put this
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| Chip under your skin
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| Or should I try to change the world we live in?
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| How can I drain the sickness from the river?
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| Wish that I could just wipe you from the face forever
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Watching people suffer
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| Now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| And now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| So I don’t see it over and over
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| And again the devil’s had its way with someone
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| Torn and frayed, it desecrates
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| And fascinates us
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| Some are born, with the face of
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| Evil tattooed inside
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| I have no mercy, I just want to watch you die
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Watching people suffer
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| Now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| And now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| So I don’t see it over and over
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| (Hindu Chant Translation):
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| I would accept death, but what can I do
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| My soul will not depart
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| Give me a corner of your lap to rest in
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| May God keep happy the one who gave my heart
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| So much pain, may he give the world’s riches to the one who made me suffer
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Too much time is taken up
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| Watching people suffer
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| Now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| And now I’ve got to take these drugs
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| So I don’t see it over and over and over |