| Find yourself in the gutter in a lonely part of town
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| where death waits in the darkness with a weapon to cut some stranger down
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| sleeping with an empty bottle, he’s a sad and an empty hearted man
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| all he needs is a job, and a little respect, so he can get out while he can
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| We always need to hear both sides of the story
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| A neighbourhood peace is shattered it’s the middle of the night
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| young faces hide in the shadows, while they watch their mother and father fight
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| he says she’s been unfaithful, she says her love for him has gone
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| and the brother shrugs to his sister and says looks like it’s just us from now
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| on We always need to hear both sides of the story
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| And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
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| people looking for truth, we must not fail them now
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| be sure, before we close our eyes
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| don’t walk away from here
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| 'til you hear both sides
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| Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm
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| neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn
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| they’ve been fighting here for years, but now there’s killing on the streets
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| while small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat
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| We always need to hear both sides of the story
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| And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
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| people looking for truth, we must not fail them now
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| be sure, before we close our eyes
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| don’t walk away from here
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| 'til you see both sides
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| White man turns the corner, finds himself within a different world
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| ghetto kid grabs his shoulder, throws him up against the wall
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| he says would you respect me if I didn’t have this gun
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| 'cos without it, I don’t get it, and that’s why I carry one
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| We always need to hear both sides of the story |