| So what do we do?
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| It just seems so likely
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| That we’ll always be cruel
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| And our past incites me
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| We’re forever in lieu
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| Yeah this shit got heavy
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| Yeah it’s true, it’s true, it’s true
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| That all our babies are dying
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| While we’re fighting for more
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| Yeah all our babies are crying
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| Keep on smiling off shore
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| So what can I say?
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| I’ll be mocked for speaking
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| Out loud, unashamed
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| And I can’t help thinking
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| That I’m not like you
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| Like a boat left sinking
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| In the blue, the blue, the blue
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| Cos all our babies are dying
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| While we’re fighting for more
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| Yeah all our babies are crying
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| Keep on smiling off shore
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| And all our sermons are cold
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| Cos this gulf has taken it’s toll
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| So what do we do?
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| It just seems unlikely
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| That we’ll ever be cool
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| And our past incites me
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| Cos all our babies are dying
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| While we’re fighting for more
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| Yeah all our babies are crying
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| Keep on smiling off shore
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| Yeah all our babies are dying
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| While we’re fighting for more
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| Yeah all our babies are crying
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| Keep on smiling off shore
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| Off shore |