| Come, tell me your trouble
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| I’m not your answer
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| But I’m a listening ear
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| Reality has left you reeling
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| All facts and no feeling
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| No faith and all fear
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| I don’t know why a good man will fall
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| While a wicked one stands
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| And our lives blow about
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| Like flags on the land
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| Who’s at fault is not important
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| Good intentions lie dormant
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| And we’re all to blame
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| While apathy acts like an ally
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| My enemy and I
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| Are one and the same
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| I don’t know why the innocents fall
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| While the monsters still stand
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| And our lives blow about
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| Like flags on the land
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| I don’t know why our words are so proud
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| Yet their promise so thin
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| And our lives blow about
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| Like flags in the wind
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| You who mourn will be comforted
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| You who hunger will hunger no more
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| All the last shall be first
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| Of this I am sure
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| You who weep now will laugh again
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| All you lonely, be lonely no more
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| Yes, the last will be first
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| Of this I’m sure
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| I don’t know why the innocents fall
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| While the monsters stand
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| I don’t know why the little ones thirst
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| But I know the last shall be first
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| I know the last shall be first
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| I know the last shall be first |