| Look back on your lives
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| Your memories are hiding the kids of tragedy
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| Fall down on your knees
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| If you try to please those forgotten kids of tragedy
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| Well, they were young and old
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| And their lives were sold to a new reality
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| And they’d all been told
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| That their hearts were cold to the twentieth century
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| And when your heart denied
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| Did you ever try to show them sympathy?
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| Stand back on your heels
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| And see how you feel in the face of charity
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| So if you don’t see the signs in me
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| Look out for the kids of tragedy
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| You can trace that line in reality
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| To the kids, whoa, oh, oh of tragedy
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| Look back on your lives
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| Your memories are hiding the kids of tragedy
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| Fall down on your knees
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| If you try to please those forgotten kids of tragedy
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| You let them take the blame
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| But did you feel the shame for the things you let them do?
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| And when you made them a part
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| Of your reckless game, your talking won’t do
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| So stand and admit you were wrong to forget
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| There were times they needed you
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| Those times when they lied
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| The envy of pride as it tried to face the truth
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| So if you can’t see the signs in me
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| Look out for the kids of tragedy
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| You can trace that line in reality
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| To the kids, whoa, oh, oh of tragedy
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| Look back on your lives
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| Your memories are hiding the kids of tragedy
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| Fall down on your knees
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| If you try to please those forgotten kids of tragedy |