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Death |
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Has been your lover |
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He has brought you |
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The edges of your life |
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And now you are looking over |
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And all we can say is |
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It's gonna be all right |
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And i am looking forward |
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To looking back on these days |
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When on every corner |
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Someone holds a sign |
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That says i'm homeless |
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I'm hungry and |
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I have aids |
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How will they define our generation |
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In the coming decades |
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Who will tell the story |
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And what will they say? |
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Will they say the victims |
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Were thought of as criminals |
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While the guilty sat on high |
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Deciding their fate |
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Ticking off statistics in their spare time |
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Tell me, |
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Which is the crime? |
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May you never test positive |
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Pregnancy |
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Hiv |
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May you never be the receptacle of blame |
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May you never be the scapegoat |
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For a whole |
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World full of shame |
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May you never be fighting for your life |
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And at the same time |
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Have to fight for your name |
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There are too few who open both eyes |
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We sit back in our easy chairs |
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And we try to sympathize |
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Whether from the point of a needle or |
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The edge of our beds |
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We too, like too many others, |
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Could be dead |
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Our actions |
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Will define us |
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Before a single definition can be said |
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Yeah, so what if god is testing us |
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What if that's true |
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What are you going to do |
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What is the answer |
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To you |
