You, you don't know how I feel.
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Their cries don't let me sleep.
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They hurt my conscience,
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They mark my existence.
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You don't know what I feel
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when I see how they're dying,
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they're the price of
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our wasting lives.
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I fight, I'm trying it but they're still dying.
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I don't know how to free myself of my guilty feeling.
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Each day, they die,
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each day, we die,
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no one can feel free for themselves.
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They turn, my nights,
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they turn, my days
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into sleepless nights,
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into hopeless days.
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I don't look for the guilty ones, I only want,
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to find the end, of my suffer 'cause.
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They turn, my nights,
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they turn, my days
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into sleepless nights,
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into hopeless days.
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They're the price of our wasting lives.
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Have you listened to their cries?
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Have you listened to their laments?
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When they're hungry,
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when they're afraid.
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Have you listened to their cries?
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Have you listened to their laments?
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When they're hungry,
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when they're afraid.
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Every day I can see...
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Every day I can feel...
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Their eyes, their tears, their cries, their fear.
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Their eyes, their tears, their cries, their fear.
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No one can feel free for themselves!!!
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The Price Of Our Wasting Lives
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| Deathless |
