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All they know is to photograph |
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People when they're on their knees |
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Say your prayers and wear your black |
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And be grateful it's not you and me |
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How am I supposed to live |
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Knowing that they're dying |
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How am I supposed to laugh |
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Knowing that they're crying |
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When did we get so cold |
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When did we get so cold |
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When did we grow so old |
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So oldRaise me up to where the wind blows |
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Out of the ghettos oh |
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Raise me up to where the sun glows |
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Out of these shadows oh |
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When did we get so cold |
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When did we get so cold |
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When did we grow so old |
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So old |
