| Pardon my French, but it`s all Greek to me
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| When an innocent child is allowed to drown out at sea
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| Our flags are just fiction, our borders just air
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| So regardless of roots you can`t tell me that you don`t care
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| Because I know for a fact that when it`s at your front door
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| When it`s your youngest child that you see washed ashore
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| When the bombs are in your backyard and you`re under attack
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| When the victim is you, you`ll be the first to react
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| Every life is a cost, every soul is a sell
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| We`re all cynics at best, we`re all under a spell
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| We don`t do a thing about it
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| Every hand is a help, every dream is a hope
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| We`re all doing our best, we`re all trying to cope
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| There’s no reason we should doubt it
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| So if we let them in, and then force them back
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| And build a big fucking wall, what kind of signal is that
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| (We care a lot!) but we don`t, because we don`t want to lose
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| The benefits that we have, because we`ve all paid our dues
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| When it makes the news and you`re safe in your own home
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| It`s so easy to care, in your own comfort zone
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| So we take what we get, like a natural fact
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| But we don`t seem to care enough to give something back
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| Every life is a cost, every soul is a sell
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| We`re all cynics at best, we`re all under a spell
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| We don`t do a thing about it
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| Every hand is a help, every dream is a hope
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| We`re all doing our best, we`re all trying to cope
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| There’s no reason we should doubt it
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| The truth is so plain despite our different names
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| Cause at the end of the day we`re all really the same
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| Our skin colors may vary, our religion as well
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| But we all want forgiveness, from heaven or hell
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| Every life is a cost, every soul is a sell
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| We`re all cynics at best, we`re all under a spell
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| We don`t do a thing about it
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| Every hand is a help, every dream is a hope
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| We`re all doing our best, we`re all trying to cope
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| There’s no reason we should doubt it |