| A child is born and a mamma’s torn
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| About the life that it’s bound to live
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| A sun and moon, and a modest home
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| Is all they asking the Lord to give
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| But politics and big events
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| They never seem to notice the little guy
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| So make a plan or simply hold a hand
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| But don’t ever be a passer by
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| Tolerance or violence
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| And the whole world goes to war
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| Is one enough or is one too many?
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| Before we say, «No more»
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| Could you ever love a pot of gold?
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| Could you ever love another lonely soul?
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| And could you ever find a love that was oceans wide?
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| Could you ever find love in another stranger’s eyes?
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| Give a little tolerance, tolerance
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| We need you more and more
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| So lend a hand or simply hold a friend
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| Thats in need of a life support
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| Draw a picture, share a whisper
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| Anyway that you can rise above
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| And when the end is near, who is gonna volunteer?
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| To be the last one to die for love
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| Tolerance or violence
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| And the whole world goes to war
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| Is one enough or is one too many?
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| Before we say, «No more»
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more |