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They tell me that the sun comes up every morning |
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They tell me that there's people out on the streets |
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But why is life so cruel |
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They tell me man he tops the list in creation |
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He takes his place as uncrowned king of the world |
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But why is man so cruel |
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He's doin' time |
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Ain't it a crime. |
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Oh prince of peace |
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We need you now |
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Give us a sign |
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To show us how. |
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Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer |
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Seems even love possesses treachery too |
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But how can love be cruel |
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Ain't it a shame |
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He took the blame: |
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Seems this old world |
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Has lost its way |
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On such a torn |
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And troubled day |
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Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer |
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Surely not love possesses treachery too |
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But how can love be cruel |
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He's doin' time |
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Ain't it a crime. |
