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Humans born healthy |
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We converse all the time |
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Humans born deformed |
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We avoid all of them |
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Your body's crippled, your face deformed |
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Your hand's mutilated, your skin's burnt |
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My body's well-shaped, my face is striking |
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My hand's delicate, my skin's very neat |
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I can't see in your eyes |
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Why don't you look at me? |
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You don't belong in our society |
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You belong in a closed sanatorium |
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I'm shocked by your body |
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You're angry at our refusal |
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I'm horrified by your face |
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You're infurious at our inequity |
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[Chorus:] |
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All dreadful beings are creations of god |
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God has decided you'll live as a clod |
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God has decided, ill or healthy |
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He forgot justice |
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Was this the life you wished for |
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Spending your life in a closed sanatorium |
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[Chorus] |
