| They bulldozed over the memories
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| To build apartments with amenities
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| And left the low income families
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| Broke on the outskirts of town
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| Might be the change on the surface that bothers me
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| Or the underlying lack of humanity
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| Might be a little of everything
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| But I can never quite pin it down
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| And I get pissed when people tell me «That's the way it is»
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| As if that’s all that they know how to say
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| When you walk past do you even stop and ask
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| Or have you learned to look the other way?
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| The devil’s wearing a suit and tie
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| Swearin' on the Bible, there’s a twitch in his eye, I guess
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| Every crook’s got an alibi
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| As long as they got money to blow
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| 'Cause every last dollar goes to feed the machine
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| So they can keep on selling the American dream
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| While our TV dinners and Photoshopped screens
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| Just keep on killing us slow
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| And I get pissed when people tell me «That's the way it is»
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| Feels like that’s all they know how to say
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| And it’s so sad to watch you give up the little power you have
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| All because you’d rather look the other way
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| Headlines are bleedin' read
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| With the name of a man that I’ve never met
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| Cuffed on the street with a knee on his neck
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| And tears spillin' out of his eyes
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| Are we heartless or are we numb?
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| Changin' the channel on the television
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| And telling ourselves we’re not the ones
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| And refusing to apologize
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| And I get pissed when people tell me «That's the way it is»
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| When there is so much more that we can say
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| If you walked past knowing that breath might be his last
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| Would you still have looked the other way?
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| (Would you still have looked the other way?)
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| Would you still have looked the other way?
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| (Would you still have looked the other way?)
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| Would you still have looked the other way? |