| There ain’t no reason things are this way
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| It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
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| I can’t explain why we live this way
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| We do it every day
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| Preachers on the podiums speaking of saints
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| Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
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| Old ladies laughing from the fire escape
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| Cursing my name
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| I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
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| A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
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| You could spend your whole life working for something
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| Just to have it taken away
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| People walk around pushing back their debts
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| Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
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| Talking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death
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| Every little heartbeat, every little breath
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| People walk a tight rope on a razor’s edge
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| Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
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| It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen
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| Or thought, or a word, or a sentence
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| There ain’t no reason things are this way
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| It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
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| I don’t know why I say the things I say
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| But I say them anyway
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| But love will come, set me free
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| Love will come, set me free, I do believe
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| Love will come, set me free, I know it will
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| Love will come, set me free, yeah
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| Prison walls still standing tall
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| Some things never change at all
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| Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
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| Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all
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| Working your fingers bare to the bone
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| Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
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| Like a lung, that’s filled with coal
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| Suffocating slow
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| The wind blows wild and I may move
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| But politicians lie and I am not fooled
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| You don’t need no reason or a three-piece suit
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| To argue the truth
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| The air on my skin and the world under my toes
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| Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
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| Chaos and commotion wherever I go
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| Love I try to follow
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| Love will come, set me free
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| Love will come, set me free, I do believe
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| Love will come, set me free, I know it will
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| Yes, Love will come, set me free, yeah
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| There ain’t no reason things are this way
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| It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
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| I can’t explain why we live this way
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| We do it every day |