| I’ve got a twenty
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| And a dead best friend that says
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| That by the end of my life
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| I will still be depressed
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| But that’s okay
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| It’s something that I’ve learned to accept
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| My problems are nothing to those with nothing left
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| Let’s come together as one
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| All you fatherless sons
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| All you love lost people
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| Children under the gun
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| All you nine-to-five workers
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| Keeping a smile on your face
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| All who feel out of place
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| This stage means nothing
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| We are all the same
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| In this world just a number
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| In heaven a name
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| And I’ll take family over fame any day
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| Choke me with music
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| Your love
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| Your spirit
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| Let’s strip away all the distractions
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| That we never needed
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| Any judgments on religion
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| Or political opinion
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| We’re all only human
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| All are welcome to the family
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| Showing respect and love for humanity
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| All are welcome to the family
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| All are welcome to the family
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| And I don’t even have a twenty
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| Because all the money’s been spent
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| And now it’s just me, my dog, and the heart that lies in my chest
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| But that’s okay
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| It’s something that I’ve learned to accept
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| My problems are nothing to those with nothing left |