| N the dark continents of famine
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| The swollen bellied children stare
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| But apathy defeats despair
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| Unfortunates in place and time
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| Surely someday the bells must chime for you
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| To have and to hold
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| The have nots have always been told
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| Their day will come
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| So they sit and watch and wait
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| While fate fails to deliver
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| They sit and shiver through the cold light of day
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| In the mean lands of the plenty
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| In empty rooms everywhere
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| The sad eyed lovers stare
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| At letters or at telephones
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| Praying for loved ones to come home again
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| To have and to hold
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| The have nots have always been told
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| Their day will come
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| So they sit and watch and wait
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| While fate fails to deliver
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| They sit and shiver through the cold light of day
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| The waiting and the yearning
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| The burning turning inside out
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| The silent shout of need
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| Gentle tempting whispered greed
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| Will twist your heart and turn your head about
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| To have and to hold
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| The have nots have always been told
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| Their day will come
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| So they sit and watch and wait
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| While fate fails to deliver
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| They sit and shiver through the cold light of day
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| To have and to hold
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| The have nots have always been told
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| Their day will come
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| So they sit and watch and wait
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| While fate fails to deliver
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| They sit and shiver through the cold light of day |