| It’s 4 o’clock in the morning and I’m too afraid to sleep
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| I never know when I’ll hear him sneak through my door
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| Been paying me little visits for more than a year now
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| If I could only fight back, I wouldn’t take any more
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| So who speaks for me when I’m too young to fight?
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| Who speaks for me in the black of the night?
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| Who speaks for me?
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| Last kid off the bus, I’m standing in the driveway
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| Still feeling the sting from yesterday’s bruise
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| The smell of whiskey and smoke spilling out the doorway
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| Step inside or run away, I’m not old enough to choose
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| So who speaks for me when I’m too young to fight?
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| Who speaks for me? |
| Who’s gonna make this right?
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| Who speaks for me?
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| You can’t pretend that you don’t know me
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| I am the kid next door
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| The quiet one you never speak to
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| The problem you ignore
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| 3 o’clock in the morning, I’m sitting in the driveway
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| Momma told me to run but I only got this far
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| I heard the screams and the shots, I heard my momma crying
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| Now they’re taking her away in a black and white care
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| So who speaks for me when I’m too young to fight?
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| Who speaks for me in the middle of the night?
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| Who speaks for me?
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| Who’s gonna make this right?
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| Who speaks for me? |
| 'Cause I’m too young to fight
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| Who speaks for me?
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| Who speaks for me?
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| Somebody speak for me 'cause I’m too young to fight
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| Who’s gonna speak for me?
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| Who’s gonna make it right? |