| You can feel the bodies aching
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| You can feel the spirit waisting
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| But it’s someone else’s children
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| And it’s someone else’s problem in the end
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| You just go about your business
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| You’ve got bigger fish frying
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| Someday you might be a witness
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| Someday you may wake up crying like I cry
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| What’s the problem?
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| There’s no problem in your own little world
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| What’s the bother?
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| Can’t be bothered
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| 'til your own little world goes to hell,
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| Then you can tell
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| We are all in this together
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| We are all in this together
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| We got to pull together
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| And we can’t worry who’s sorry now
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| Who’s sorry now,
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| Now that everything is clear
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| Who’s sorry now,
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| Sorrow unspoken here
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| Please take a bow
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| You got so many distractions
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| You got old friends to satisfy
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| You’re afraid of the reaction
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| If the others should find out, you’d falsify
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| Maybe this could never happen
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| Maybe God is on your side
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| Tell yourself what I tell myself
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| That it’s justice when somebody else must die
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| It’s a hard life
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| Such a hard life, it’s a hard little world
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| Some are winners, some are losers
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| Here in our little world
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| But you’d sell out, beg, borrow, steal,
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| Move mountains, if it was your own
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| It was your own
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| When it’s your own pretty baby
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| There’s no method in the madness
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| We all can’t escape the sadness
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| Don’t surround your heart with hardness
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| You may someday need someone to sympathize
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| Before you’re crushed by your own selfishness
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| You must confess
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| Are you feeling sorry?
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| Sorrow spoken here
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| Who’s sorry now |