| He ain’t crazy, he ain’t dumb
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| Don’t call him lazy, he’s the unfortunate one
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| Lost his job, when the plant closed down
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| Was about Christmas time, now there’s no work to be found
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| And like so many leaves we keep on walking by
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| We don’t notice the pain in our brother’s eyes
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| Oh, every mother’s son, every single one
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| Has the right to dignity
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| Oh, every shattered dream, every soul in need
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| Has the right to dignity
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| What you gonna do with your babies
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| Home of the brave, land of the free
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| Nobody’s asking for what ain’t theirs
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| Just their dignity
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| Now she’s angry, she worked all day
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| Rent is due, she don’t have enough to pay
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| She once lived out the American dream
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| Said «nothin' bad’s ever gonna happen to me»
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| And like so many stones that we throw away
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| She’s got nothin' left for a rainy day
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| Oh, every mother’s son, every single one
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| Has the right to dignity
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| Oh, every shattered dream, every soul in need
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| Has the right to dignity
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| What you gonna do with your babies
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| Home of the brave, land of the free
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| Nobody’s asking for what ain’t theirs
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| Just their dignity
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| And I call it a human thing
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| And it comes from inside
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| Oh yes it’s this human thing
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| To want to be warm in the night
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| Oh, every mother’s son, every single one
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| Has the right to dignity
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| Oh, every shattered dream, every soul in need
|
| Has the right to dignity
|
| What you gonna do with your babies
|
| Home of the brave, land of the free
|
| Nobody’s asking for what ain’t theirs
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| Just their dignity |