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It doesn't matter who you are |
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It doesn't matter what you do |
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It doesn't matter what you see |
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It only matters who you tell |
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As long as you don't try |
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To hide the feeling deep inside you |
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Then conscience tells you no |
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The pain will never show |
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Just for the hurt you used to know |
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And when your conscience tells you no |
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It tells you |
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If you can recognise the evil and the bad |
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Realise when someone's sad |
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And all that's needed is a hand |
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You can surely spare the time |
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As long as you don't try |
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And hide the feeling deep inside you |
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Then conscience tells you no |
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You know it's time to go |
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The pain I thought would never show |
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And when your conscience tells you no |
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It tells you no |
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Conscience tells you no |
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And you may govern all the people in this land |
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But what's it worth if you won't ever understand |
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Just what it's like to be a child who goes without? |
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No nice warm clothes or food to feed an empty mouth |
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And if you try to fool us with your mock concern |
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We'll make a voodoo doll and stick pins in your eyes |
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We'll build a wicker man and watch you burn inside |
