| When I heard the news
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| My heart fell on the floor
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| I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
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| In these troubled times it’s hard enough as it is
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| My soul has a known a better life than this
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| I wonder how so many can be in so much pain
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| While others don’t seem to feel a thing
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| Then I curse my whiteness
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| And I get so damn depressed
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| In a world of suffering
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| Why should I be so blessed?
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| I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
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| She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
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| Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
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| And all whose souls have passed on
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| Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
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| I can’t see how I’m gonna get through it
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| But, then I’d rather be stuck up in a tree
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| Then be tied to it
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| There is so much more
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| I don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
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| I can’t get used to my body’s limits
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| I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
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| They cost a lot of money but they aren’t worth a thing
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| I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
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| I need to get out of this city
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| Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky
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| Wondering where I go when I die
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| …When I die |