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The TV man spoke of death on some coast |
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I saw all the crumbling debris |
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It dealt me a blow, but I'm thankful to know |
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That it could never happen to me |
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I am standing on motionless land |
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A constant under my feet |
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I've got four walls and a roof overhead |
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It could never happen to me |
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I feel for the poor folks who wander the streets |
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In search of their daughters and sons |
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It's sad there are people with nothing to eat |
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I'm thankful I'll never be one |
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I've worked for my family and home |
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My whole life I fought to be free |
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No one deserves to be homeless, alone |
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But it could never happen to me |
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I've lived my life, righteous and wise |
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And chosen my path carefully |
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Someone just has to be smiling on high |
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Cuz this could never happen to me |
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No I'm not without flaws, and I've suffered through loss |
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I've got problems that weigh on my mind |
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I've got bills to pay, and a son on the way |
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So I've got to save every time |
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These things always happen so far from my door |
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As if tragedy lives overseas |
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I wish I could help, but I'm glad for myself |
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That it could never happen to me |
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That it could never happen to me |
