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Come, tell me your trouble |
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I'm not your answer |
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But I'm a listening ear |
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Reality has left you reeling |
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All facts and no feeling |
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No faith and all fear |
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I don't know why a good man will fall |
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While a wicked one stands |
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And our lives blow about |
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Like flags on the land |
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Who's at fault is not important |
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Good intentions lie dormant |
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And we're all to blame |
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While apathy acts like an ally |
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My enemy and I are one and the same |
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I don't know why the innocents fall |
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While the monsters still stand |
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And our lives blow about |
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Like flags on the land |
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I don't know why our words are so proud |
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Yet their promise soothing |
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And our lives blow about |
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Like flags in the wind |
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Oh oh oh oh |
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You who mourn will be comforted |
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You who hunger will hunger no more |
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All the last shall be first |
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Of this I am sure |
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You who weep now will laugh again |
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All you lonely be lonely no more |
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Yes, the last will be first |
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Of this I'm sure |
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I don't know why the innocents fall |
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While the monsters stand |
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I don't know why the little ones thirst |
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But I know the last shall be first |
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I know the last shall be first |
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I know the last shall be first |