Brett Dennen ? Ain¡¯t No Reason
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There ain¡¯t no reason things are this way
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It's how they always been and they intend to stay
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I can't explain why we live this way,
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We do it everyday.
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Preachers on the podium speaking of saints
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Paupers on the sidewalk begging for change
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Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
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I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
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A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
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You can spend you whole life working for something,
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Just to have it taken away
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People walk around pushing back their debts
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Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
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Talking 'bout nothing, not thinking 'bout death
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Every little heartbeat, every little breath
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People walk a tight rope on a razor¡¯s edge
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Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
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It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen
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Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence
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There ain't no reason things are this way
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It's how they always been and they intend to stay
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I don¡¯t know why I say the things that I say,
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But I say them anyway
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But love will come set me free
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Love will come set me free, I do believe
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Love will come set me free, I know it will
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Love will come set my free, yes.
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Prison walls still standing tall
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Some things never change at all
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Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
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Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
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Working your fingers bare to the bone
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Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
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Like a lung, it's filled with coal, sufficating slow
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The wind blows wild and I may move
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But politicians lie and I am not fooled
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You don't need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth
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The air on my skin and the world under my toes
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Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
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Chaos and commotion wherever I go
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Love, I try to follow
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Love will come set me free
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Love will come set me free, I do believe
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Love will come set me free, I know it will
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Love will come set my free, yes.
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There ain't no reason things are this way
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It's how they always been and they intend to stay
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I can't explain why we live this way,
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We do it everyday.
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Ain't No Reason
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Brett Dennen |