| Hung up on semantics — what’s in a word
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| Draw a hard line in the sand I have heard
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| Take the word «soul» we all know what it means
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| But maybe, just maybe it ain’t what it seems
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| Humans the master race that’s what we are
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| Animals and creatures, beneath us by far
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| Souls, they don’t have one, so I’ve been told
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| Subservient to us cuz that is their role
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| So much we share with them, easy to see
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| Like they all long, long to be free
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| To seek out the things we all want to live by
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| Their freedom we should
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| Never deny, never deny
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| Can they not suffer
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| Do they not want to live
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| Are they so different — are we being fair
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| To exclude them from care
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| Can they not feel the warmth of the sun upon their faces
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| And do they not love and guard their young just as we do
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| And do they not fear violence, like human beings do
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| Can they not suffer
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| Do they not want to live
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| Are we so different — are we being fair
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| To exclude them from care |