| The places that we live and the living that we did
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| The places we were put and the things we were given
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| He sings what they talk
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| But they took away are pride but they didn’t take our lives
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| They took away the things that made us feel alive
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| Said, «Ooh ooh, what have we become?
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| What have we become?»
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| Said, «Ooh ooh, how did this become?
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| How did this become? |
| How did this become?»
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| In old woman we flex from the East to the West
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| She thinks of her grandmother and her grandfather
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| And strings that they had
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| Now she looks to the arm, saw them sniffing on their drugs
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| The drink in there has stolen so many souls
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| And flooded her sacred blood
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, what have we become?
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| What have we become?»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, how did this become?
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| How did this become?»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, the bottle took away my son
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| It took away my son»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, where are we gonna run?
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| What have we become?»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, what have we become?
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| What have we become?»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, how did this become?
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| How did this become?»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, see the bottle took away my son
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| It took away my son»
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| She says, «Ooh ooh, where are we gonna run?
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| What have we become?» |