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Do you ever get that feeling |
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When the guilt begins to hurt? |
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Seeing all the children |
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Wallowing in dirt |
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Crying out with hunger |
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Crying out in pain |
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At least the dirt will wash off |
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When it starts to rain |
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Soap won't wash away your shame |
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Do you ever get the feeling |
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That something isn't right? |
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Seeing your brother's fist |
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Clenched ready for the fight |
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Soon the fighting turns to weapons |
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And the weapons turn to wounds |
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So the doctor's stitch and stitch and stitch |
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And stitch and stitch and stitch and stitch |
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Surgery won't improve your pain |
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It all seems so stupid |
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It makes me want to give up |
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But why should i give up |
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When it all seems so stupid? |
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Do you ever get the feeling |
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That something can't be done? |
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To eradicate these problems |
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And make the people one |
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Do you ever get that feeling |
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Something like a nagging itch? |
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And all the while the doctors stitch |
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And stitch and stitch and stitch and stitch |
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Hope alone won't remove the stains (for shame) |
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It all seems so stupid |
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It makes me want to five up |
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But why should i give up |
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When it all seems so stupid? |