| Sometimes I see, there’s nothin' good for me in a world with a big indifference
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| inside*
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| Sometimes I cry
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| And I ask myself why
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| Everything is changing ‘cause of our mistakes
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| And there’s
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| Too much bread In our bags
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| Too much blood
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| Baby in our legs
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| Too much greed In our life
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| A child is dead Tell me why!
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| Too much death In our fears
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| Too much hunger Baby in our tears
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| Too much gold In our teeth
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| You might only live a second
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| Live!
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| Sometimes I’ve heard
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| That burnin' flight of a bird
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| Hangin' all around
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| Feelin' sorry for Himself just like a blessed killin' child
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| Sometimes I cry
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| And I ask my God why
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| Everyone could not sing, and drink, and make love together
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| All the time
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| And there’s
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| Too much bread In our bags
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| Too much blood
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| Baby in our legs
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| Too much greed In our life
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| A child is dead Tell me why!
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| Baby in our legs
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| Too much greed In our life
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| A child is dead
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| Tell me why!
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| Everytime, I would just like to hold your hand
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| Every time I would just like to sing a song for you baby
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| Everytime …
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| Darling please hold my hand now
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| But tell me why
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| On the other side
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| A thousand children die!
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| And there’s
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| Too much bread
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| In our bags
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| Too much blood
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| Baby in our legs
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| Too much greed In our life
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| A child is dead
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| Tell me why! |