| I’m looking down into the eyes of hopelessness
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| They’re crying out to me
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| I see the pain
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| It’s so much more than youth should know
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| It tears me apart
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| What can I do to change what I see
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| This vicious cycle
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| Must come to an end
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| Can’t you see, we’re crushing the hearts of the innocent
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| We’re teaching them to fail
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| And how it breaks me to see how we’re living
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| And punishing the ones that need us to care
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| To see them hurting
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| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head
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| Where have the days gone that a promise was forever
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| Families stuck together
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| We wonder why their generation struggles to get by
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| There’s no one to help
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| What can I do to change what I see
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| This vicious cycle must come to an end
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| Can’t you see, we’re crushing the hearts of the innocent
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| We’re teaching them to fail
|
| And how it breaks me to see how we’re living
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| And punishing the ones that need us to care
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| To see them hurting
|
| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head
|
| Can’t you see, we’re crushing the hearts of the innocent
|
| We’re teaching them to fail
|
| And how it breaks me to see how we’re living
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| And punishing the ones that need us to care
|
| To see them hurting
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| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head
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| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head |