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The clothes are on the line |
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The cars are in the drive |
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The meal is on the table |
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The children play outside |
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The streets are calm for now |
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The town is smoking on |
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The country, it's a fortress |
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That's how this world goes round |
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And so our day-to-day |
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Is set in stone this way |
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We rise, we work, we tire |
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We've only so much strength |
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So dear mother, there's no other |
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One to ask forgiveness of you |
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Sorry for what you've endured |
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We know that our existence |
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Has hurt you, it has hurt you |
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Columbus will discover |
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What someone had before |
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A beauty like no other |
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A reason to wage war |
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And herein lies our problem |
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What's mine is mine, not yours |
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No matter what the consequence |
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We will always want more |
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So dear mother, there's no other |
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One to ask forgiveness of you |
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Sorry for what you've endured |
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We know that our existence |
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Has hurt you, it has hurt you |
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You must think we are funny |
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For you are so much older |
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You must be waiting patiently |
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To brush us off your shoulder |
