| Dusty roads, calloused feet
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| The sun beats upon their heads
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| They feel the pain, they touch the earth
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| Embrace the sick in their beds
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| A child lies in agony
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| Her mama’s none left to spare
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| When open mouths anticipate
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| A little bit of milk from anywhere
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| And across the landscape will be drawn a painting of true humanity
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| Don’t pass me by, the night’s so long
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| Don’t ask me why it all went wrong
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| Our human need is crying out
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| As greed eats to the marrow
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| Do we ignore a suffering world just
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| To keep to the straight and narrow
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| We turn aside to please ourselves
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| And won’t give the time of day
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| To the victims of injustice in a world
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| When we turn and look and walk the other way
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| And justifying ourselves we ask, is this my neighbor?
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| Don’t pass me by, the night’s so long
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| Don’t ask me why it all went wrong
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| But I believe that we could change
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| At least the world of just one life
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| True love has a different face
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| No place for condescending pride
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| That’s how it really ought to be
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| Giving ourselves to those in need
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| That’s how it really ought to be
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| Don’t pass me by, the night’s so long
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| Don’t ask me why it all went wrong |