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Open your shelters and let us all in |
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Tired and homeless and hungry again |
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Outside my window at fountain and vine |
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Drunks and the addicts are forming a line |
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Sharing their stories to comfort despair |
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Carry the weight of the crosses they bare |
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Praying for courage and wisdom to change |
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Serenity costs more than pocket book change |
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I want to tear down the walls |
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And shatter the image that falls |
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I want to turn all the tables |
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And give back what doesn't belong to me |
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Sleeping on sidewalks is how people live |
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Begging for something, no one wants to give |
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Size of your wealth is a bottle of wine |
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Sipped with your friends, you'll soon leave behind |
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Are your children in flames? |
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Incarcerated and bound by the chain? |
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Strangers paralyze |
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Down in the gutters of fountain and vine |
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I want to tear down the walls |
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And shatter the image that falls |
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I want to turn all the tables |
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And give back what doesn't belong to me |
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Feel like running away, running away |
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Tired of seeing them falling aside |
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There's no running away, running, running away |
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I want to tear it all down |
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Build it all up from the ground |
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I want to tear down the wall |
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And shatter the image that falls on me |
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The view from down here |
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Brings mention to mind |
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Everything's sacred on fountain and vine |