| Brother at this moment
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| You ain’t feeling any pain
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| And you’re staring out the window
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| And it looks like rain
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| And you’re a veteran and you know
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| About monkeys on the brain
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| You watched every dream you’ve had
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| Lie broken in the drain
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| Three hundred thousand men
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| All different all the same
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| Three hundred thousand men
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| All different all the same
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| Piled up like driftwood
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| In a pouring rain
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| Hey stranger
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| Ain’t there nothing I can say
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| Can you think of any way
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| That you can make it through the day
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| Hey stranger
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| Ain’t there nothing I can do
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| You lost it all for me
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| There must be something I can do for you
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| A quarter of the country
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| Is one paycheck from the street
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| A tenth of the country
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| Has never had enough to eat
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| And one one hundredth of the country
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| Is strangling all the rest
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| And every policeman on the street
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| Is wearing a bulletproof vest
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| Three hundred thousand men
|
| All different all the same
|
| Three hundred thousand men
|
| All different all the same
|
| Piled up like driftwood
|
| In a pouring rain
|
| Hey stranger
|
| Ain’t there nothing I can say
|
| Can you think of any way
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| That you can make it through the day
|
| Hey stranger
|
| Ain’t there nothing I can do
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| You lost it all for me
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| There must be something I can do for you |