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She was born at 6 a.m. |
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On New Year's |
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DayIn an alley right at the heart |
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Of where the homeless children play |
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And the truth is that we will never |
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Even know her name' |
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Cause as long as we can fill our glasses up |
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We will look the other way |
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And it's not that far from here |
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To New Orleans |
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Where the seemingly forgotten people |
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Are still foreclosing on their dreams |
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And we'd just as soon keep on staring |
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At the TV screen |
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While this world, she bleeds to death |
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Like some romantic end to a movie |
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Oh my God, this is insane |
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How'd it get like this or has it always been this way? |
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Oh my God, |
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I'm so ashamed |
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When we try to close our eyes and make this go away |
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And we sit in our high-rise apartments |
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And complain about things that don't matter |
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And we race through this life just to see who can die |
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With as much as we can gather |
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And a few blocks away a teenage mother |
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Plays Russian |
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Roulette with her daughter |
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Is this the best that we can do? |
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Is this the best that we can do? |
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Oh my God, this is insane |
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How'd it get like this or has it always been this way? |
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Oh my God, |
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I'm so ashamed |
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When we close our eyes and make this go away[Incomprehensible] |
