| How is it possible to hate someone you never met
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| In waiting rooms of hospitals
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| A babies soon to measure his worth
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| When through the door
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| He feels no warmth of his fathers hand
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| And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on
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| Till an honest man is upright
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| He hug tight to insecurity
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| The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity
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| And runs him from the only place within
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| That knew his proper name
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| The secret space he lived inside he grew
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| Until the doctor came
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| And smacked him till he started breathing
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| Crash, into the art of reason
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| Laughing is an act of treason
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| Blasphemy to start believing
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| And after he has had his season marked
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| By every heartless lesion
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| Hardened by his Eden
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| In his garden he will starve this evening
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| Mothers I see our struggle
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| Fathers I hear our trouble
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| Brothers we will recover
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| Sisters we all need each other
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| Mothers I see our struggle
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| Fathers I hear our trouble
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| Brothers we will recover
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| Sisters we all need each other
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| Love, with out it we just skin and bones
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| Love, we crowd it with the things we own
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| Love, we doubt it till we bring it home
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| Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now
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| Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from
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| Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone
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| Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown
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| Love, I’m out on me knees until we see it shown
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| Mothers I see our struggle
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| Fathers I hear our trouble
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| Brothers we will recover
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| Sisters we all need each other
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| Mothers I see our struggle
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| Fathers I hear our trouble
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| Brothers we will recover
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| Sisters we all need each other
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| I take a moment of his time
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| To hold him and give mind
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| To all he relives
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| Find the hole he re-digs
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| Bind his soul to a thick line
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| The safety behind it
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| The stone would have hit
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| Eyes don’t know where to find it
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| When drawn in sand
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| A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands
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| Are balled into fits as they call to accuse
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| But they fall from the list
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| That they’ve drawn from the news
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| And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose
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| Over life, over love, over dawn, over You
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| And they ask what He’s building and why does He bother
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| A map for us children to find our own Father
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| Mothers I see our struggle
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| Fathers I hear our trouble
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| Brothers we will recover
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| Sisters we all need each other |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Children , by - Mr. J. Medeiros. Song from the album Friends Enemies Apples Apples, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп