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They say that they don't know me |
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Never saw my face |
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And if they've never been there |
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Can they be sure there's such a place |
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They think if they don't answer |
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The world will pass them by |
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But there's a fire in their kitchen |
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And the water's three feet high and risin' |
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My beloved |
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The only one I see standing up for me |
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Someone's shouting at me |
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You're all going to hell |
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Must not be too far away |
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Sometimes I can never tell |
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My shoes are still as empty |
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A mile they never walked |
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Send in their donation |
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And they never have to talk again |
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My beloved |
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The only one I see standing up for me |
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My beloved |
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Close my eyes heal my pride |
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I just want to show them who I am |
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I just want to show them what I can do |
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There's not much use to curse the damned |
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And there's power in nothing to lose |
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Someone's spitin' blood |
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Face down in the dirt |
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Someone's thinking about a gun |
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To try and stop the hurt |
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Someone drew conclusions |
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On the wall of destiny |
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Someone's getting louder |
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And that someone would be me |
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You think if you don't answer |
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The world will pass you by |
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But there's a fire in your kitchen |
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And the water's three feet high and risin' |
