| I walk along on this dark and lonely street
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| And what little breath I breathe
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| Is near the end
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| See, I am the last of the wayfaring soldiers
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| And this hope that I’ve been holding
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| Is wearing thin
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| All he had on me was a story to tell
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| 'Bout his own personal hell
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| From a ten-by-ten foot prison cell, he said
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| It’s not right to leave a dog for dead in the street
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| It’s not right denying a wounded man his morphine
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| It’s not right to pull the plug while the heart still beats
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| Next sound I heard was the ground under me shaking
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| The earth it started breaking
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| All around us, hey, hey
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| Somewhere in a land far away, a little boy’s crying
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| «That's my momma and she’s dying;
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| Can you save her?»
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| I know you might be asking, «Is this really my concern?»
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| As you watch the whole world turn
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| Its back as if it looked the other way
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| It’s not right to leave a dog for dead in the street
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| It’s not right denying a wounded man his morphine
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| It’s not right to pull the plug while the heart still beats
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s all right to talk about it, but talk is cheap
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| When you could be the one who could meet the need
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| It’s not right to turn your head and pretend you don’t see
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| Been sitting here thinking what the old man said to me
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| I was blind
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| But now I think I see
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| It’s not right to leave a dog for dead in the street
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| It’s not right denying a wounded man his morphine
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| It’s not right to pull the plug while the heart still beats
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s all right to talk about it, but talk is cheap
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| When you could be the one who could meet the need
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| It’s not right to turn your head and pretend you don’t see
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| Hey, hey
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| Oh, no
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| Haven’t we hurt enough people?
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| I wonder how we sleep at night sometimes |