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Senseless injustice; tread on heads like dust of the earth |
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Cut off the hands of the ones that are reaching out |
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Are we so calloused; these cries are going unheard |
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This blood covers me just as much as you |
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They say this world is what |
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I make of it |
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Am I the only one that wants to see a change? |
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I've turned my back on all my brothers dying in their broken homes |
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I dug the graves of the ones |
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I am called to love |
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We are forsaken; empty shells still fill our seats |
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How quick we choose to forget the desolation in the streets |
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I can't believe this; that we still won't see the truth |
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I won't quietly sit and choose not to be moved |
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They say this world is what |
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I make of it |
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Am I the only one that wants to see a change? |
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I've turned my back on all my brothers dying in their broken homes |
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I dug the graves of the ones |
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I am called to love |
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Come stand with me, |
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I'll never walk alone |
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My words are not enough, |
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I'll love the unloved |
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Come stand with us, we'll never walk alone |
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Our words are not enough, we'll love the unloved |
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We'll love the unloved... |
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They say this world is what |
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I make of it |
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Am I the only one that wants to see a change? |
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I've turned my back on all my brothers dying in their broken homes |
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I dug the graves of the ones |
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I am called to love |
