| I stare at the populous in prayer, I look at ‘em talking to the air
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| I sing for ‘em, they don’t seem to hear, I cry for ‘em
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| Are they in outer space on a populous parade?
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| Are they in some kind of race that I do not have the legs for?
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| I’m not one to kill joy, but I’m just digging pro-choice
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| Let the mamas run, am I wrong?
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| I saw my mama’s inheritance, stone wall unilateral descent
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| Vultures and a piggy in a pen, I cry for ‘em
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| Are they all out of touch? |
| Are they touching it too much?
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| Are they on some kind of drug that I haven’t done enough of?
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| I’m not one to judge, I just like to make fun of
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| Everybody and their dog, am I wrong?
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| I cry for ‘em, I try for ‘em, speak my mind for ‘em, at the cry forum
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| Are they all out of turn? |
| Are they ever going to learn
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| About the fires that might burn, about the feelings that might hurt me?
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| I’m not one to turn green, but I think I feel envy for the stony ones
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| «Als allen om U heen zich reeds verloren achten
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| En gij alleen de kop nog boven water houdt
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| Als gij van niemand meer vertrouwen moogt verwachten
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| En enkel op Uzelf als op een rotssteen bouwt
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| Als gij geduldig zijt en spoed en nijd kunt laten
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| Als gij belogen wordt en U niet liegend wreekt
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| Als gij de haat aanvaardt, dit zonder zelf te haten
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| U niet op wijsheid roemt, noch van uw deugden spreekt» |