| What good am I if I’m like all the rest,
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| If I just turned away, when I see how you’re dressed,
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| If I shut myself off so I can’t hear you cry,
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| What good am I?
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| What good am I if I know and don’t do,
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| If I see and don’t say, if I look right through you,
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| If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,
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| What good am I?
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| What good am I while you softly weep
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| And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep,
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| And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don’t try,
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| What good am I?
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| What good am I then to others and me If I’ve had every chance and yet still fail to see
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| Bridge: If my hands tied must I not wonder within
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| Who tied them and why and where must I have been
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| What good am I if I say foolish things
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| And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
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| And I just turn my back while you silently die,
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| What good am I? |