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(vs. 1) |
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poverty is so hard to see |
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when it's only on your tv and twenty miles across town |
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where we're all living so good |
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that we moved out of Jesus' neighborhood |
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where he's hungry and not feeling so good |
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from going through our trash |
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he says, more than just your cash and coin |
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i want your time, i want your voice |
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i want the things you just can't give me |
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(vs. 2) |
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so what must we do |
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here in the west we want to follow you |
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we speak the language and we keep all the rules |
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even a few we made up |
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come on and follow me |
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but sell your house, sell your suv |
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sell your stocks, sell your security |
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and give it to the poor |
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what is this, hey what's the deal |
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i don't sleep around and i don't steal |
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i want the things you just can't give me |
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(bridge) |
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because what you do to the least of these |
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my brother's, you have done it to me |
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because i want the things you just can't give me |