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To whom can I speak today |
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The brothers they are equal |
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But the old friends of today |
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They have become unlovable |
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To whom can I speak today |
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The gentleness has perished |
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And the violent man has come down on everyone |
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To whom can I speak today |
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The wrong which roams the earth |
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There can be no end to it |
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It is just unstoppable |
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Death is in my sights today |
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As when a man desires |
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To see home after many years in jail |
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February through December |
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We have such a tragic year |
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As separate as the fingers |
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Suddenly - as one - as the hand |
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And the violent man has come down on everyone |
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And the violent man has come down on everyone |
