| Open your shelters and let us all in
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| Tired and homeless and hungry again
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| Outside my window at fountain & vine
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| Drunks and addicts are forming a line
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| Sharing their stories to comfort despair
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| Carry the weight of the crosses they bare
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| Praying for courage and wisdom to change
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| Serenity cost more than pocket book change
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| I want to tear down the walls
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| And shatter the image that falls
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| I want to turn all the tables
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| And give back what doesn’t belong to me
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| Sleeping on sidewalks is how people live
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| Begging for something no one wants to give
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| Size of your wealth is a bottle of wine
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| Sipped with your friends you’ll soon leave behind
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| Are your children in flames?
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| Incarcerated and bound by the chain?
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| Strangers paralyze
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| Down in the gutters of fountain & vine
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| Feel like running away
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| Tired of seeing them falling aside
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| There’s no running away
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| I want to tear it all down
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| Build it all up from the ground
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| I want to tear down the wall
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| And shatter, the image, that falls on me
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| The view from down here
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| Brings mention to mind
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| Everything’s sacred on fountain & vine |