| Walking down through these filthy streets
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| I see great skylines as they grow everywhere
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| See the people starving to death
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| Their children are nudes
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| And we even don’t care
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| I see the riches in great cadillac’s
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| And the rings in all fingers are from purest gold
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| See the beggars fallen in the pavements
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| Sick and demented, they try to uphold
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| They share the pain in a little piece of bread
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| There’s flies on their hands
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| But they don’t care
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| The hunger is the only rule
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| But who dares to care
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| You live your life in a bubble isolated
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| So far and enclosed inside of you own
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| And the money you’re spending in vain
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| Would pay many shelters or buy them some wares
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| I can bet you think all are good
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| Sorry if I tell many things are wrong
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| All the world is crying aloud
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| Our brothers are dying day by day
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| All around
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| In everywhere the cities burn in flames
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| The war doesn’t give any rest
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| The anger is the only rule
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| You don’t give a damn
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| But someday sooner or later
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| You’ll find them
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| They’ll be looking at you
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| Watching you being labeled
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| With one tag wrote «Sinner»
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| Then you’ll become one of them
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| That’s your new life forever
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| So you will feel what they felt once
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| — Lot of madness
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| It’ll make you bend the knee
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| It’s time for you so start to see
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| Nobody is a lonely island
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| Someone anywhere always care |