| If you’d take the train with me
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| Uptown, thru the misery
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| Of ghetto streets in morning light
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| It’s always night
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| Take a window seat, put down your Times
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| You can read between the lines
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| Just meet the faces that you meet
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| Beyond the window’s pane
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| And it might begin to teach you
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| How to give a damn about your fellow man
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| And it might begin to teach you
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| How to give a damn about your fellow man
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| Or put your girl to sleep sometime
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| With rats instead of nursery rhymes
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| With hunger and your other children
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| By her side
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| And wonder if you’ll share your bed
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| With something else which must be fed
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| For fear may lie beside you
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| Or it may sleep down the hall
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| And it might begin to teach you
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| How to give a damn about your fellow man
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| And it might begin to teach you
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| How to give a damn about your fellow man
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| Come and see how well despair
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| Is seasoned by the stif’ling air
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| See your ghetto in the good old
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| Sizzling summertime
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| Suppose the streets were all on fire
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| The flames like tempers leaping higher
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| Suppose you’d lived there all your life
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| D’you think that you would mind?
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| And it might begin to reach you
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| Why I give a damn about my fellow man;
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| And it might begin to teach you
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| How to give a damn about your fellow man |