| We’ve got no money but we’ve got our lives
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| A voice that’s louder than any picket sign
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| Don’t take away what is ours to keep
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| This very land that lies beneath our feet
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| Don’t know about this mess we’re in
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| Bombs are bursting in a far off land
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| Fire’s in the sky, soldier takes his stand
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| Who’s to know about this rules that men make
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| For what honor and for who’s sake
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| Don’t know about this mess we’re in
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| The smoke is clearing and we see a light
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| Coming together for a different fight
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| All of us looking, finding our way again
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| Out of this mess we’re in
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| Walking the streets because she has no home
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| All she has hangs on her flesh and bones
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| Too many nights sleeping without a warm bed
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| She passes by but they just turn their heads
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| Don’t know about this mess we’re in
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| Old man dying from too much drink
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| Blood and glass in the bathroom sink
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| No one stopped to read the words that he wrote
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| Or are to hear to stories that he told
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| Don’t know about this mess we’re in
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| The smoke is clearing and we see a light
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| Coming together for a different fight
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| All of us looking, finding our way again
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| Out of this mess we’re in
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| Finding our way again
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| Out of this mess we’re in
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| Finding our way again
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| Out of this mess we’re in |