| You know I never want to hurt you
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| And I’ll never do it again
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| Don’t you think I’ll desert you
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| Cause no deserter I know is a friend
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| Each heart deserves an off time
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| Each child deserves some off time
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| We don’t get time to heal anymore
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| Each family needs her off time
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| And These words are heavy
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| But I’m speaking my heart
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| Raising bills, stormy sandy
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| Rip the nation apart
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| So I write to inspire
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| A new generation
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| Maybe kids join the choir
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| Stead of looting and slanderin
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| You care bout old buildings
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| And you love the sand
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| And you say you love it when
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| I play in the band
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| But you cry for the children
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| Weep when they hurtin
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| Wish they wouldn’t
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| Give themselves away
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| Okay, You pray each day
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| Reminders break your heart open
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| I wish that I could show them
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| Maybe then they’d be cautious
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| And These words are heavy
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| But I’m speaking my heart
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| Raising bills, stormy sandy
|
| Rip the nation apart
|
| So I write to inspire
|
| A new generation
|
| Maybe kids join the choir
|
| Stead of looting and slanderin
|
| And These words are heavy
|
| But I’m speaking my heart |
| Raising bills, stormy sandy
|
| Rip the nation apart
|
| So I write to inspire
|
| A new generation
|
| Maybe kids join the choir
|
| Stead of looting and slanderin
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| Will I ever get my way?
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| Will I ever get my way?
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| And These words are heavy
|
| But I’m speaking my heart
|
| Raising bills, stormy sandy
|
| Rip the nation apart
|
| So I write to inspire
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| A new generation
|
| Maybe kids join the choir
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| Stead of looting and slanderin |