| We’re all born without hate
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| We’re all born without hate
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| We’re all born without hate
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| We’re all born without hate
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| I took a breath and in it were the screams
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| Of every grieving mother and daughter
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| The heaving of the water thick with oil, dreaming of the prisoner
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| Staring at the walls and imagining the kisses of her son
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| And I was sickened by the fumes, the cities on its knees
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| Blood dripping from the teeth of the kids who walk the streets
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| The junkie with the baby in her womb
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| Numb beneath the stranger in her room
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| But then I took a step and with it I walked past
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| The feeling there’s nothing I can do to help or grasp with any certainty
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| Life is ours to take care of, you can’t love what you’re scared of
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| And love is the key, I took another breath and with it I was sure
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| No matter what’s to come or what has been before
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| We have the right now, the right here to make peace with
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| No hidden truths, no secrets, we have all the answers already
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| We were born without hate, eyes wide, hearts heavy
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| Skies full of lightning, tonight the clouds bellies are purple
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| And ready to rain, what’s pleasure to the man who has never known pain
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| We’re all born without hate
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| We’re all born without hate
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| We were born without any bitter blood
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| If you hold the hand of hatred you reject the hand of love
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| We were born without any bitter blood
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| If you hold the hand of hatred you reject the hand of love
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| We’re all born without hate
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| We’re all born without hate
|
| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up
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| A child is an open book
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| So please people, don’t mess them up |