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Look at you, you haven't seen anything |
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Your eyes so white and pure |
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Without a trace of red |
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No signs of self-abuse there |
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And no tears have yet been shed |
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Just pure, pure white eyes |
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Look at you, you don't know anything |
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Not what the towers looked like |
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On September tenth |
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And words like hate and death and politics |
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Mean nothing yet |
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They're sounds, they're only sounds |
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Once, long ago I was young |
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And I saw the world through innocent eyes |
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Like a child |
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But those memories are faded now |
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And all that I can see is our despair |
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Look at you, you don't fear anything |
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Not loss of job, or loss of faith |
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Or loss of self, you're not afraid |
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You're not afraid of anything |
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Not even death itself |
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Look at you, you haven't learned anything |
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Not all that people do |
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In every single way |
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To hurt each other, harm each other, kill each other every day |
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But you will |
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And nothing I can say or do will stop you |
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Once, long ago we were young |
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And we saw the world through innocent eyes |
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Like a child |
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But those memories are faded now |
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And all that we can see is our despair |
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And now I finally understand |
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Why we're told to suffer the little children |
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They're what we were before we fell |
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Sweet unruined innococence |
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(sounds of Sept 11 news) |
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And now I finally understand |
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Why we're told to suffer the little children |
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They're what we were before we fell |
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Sweet unruined innococence |
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And now I finally understand |
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Why we're told to suffer the little children |
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They're what we were before we fell |
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Sweet unruined innococence |
