Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down
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and open doors to hurting people like me
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People like me
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People like me
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People like me
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Yeah, people like me
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Is it fair to say that I am stressing out
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I'm stationed in Iraq and they won't let me out
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My homies said I was stupid for even joining
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My consulate said my decision was disappointing
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How she had good ?? for good state colleges
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and with my good grades it wouldn't've been a problem
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But they don't understand just the power of significance
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More than brilliance and certainly more than dividends
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And if you ask me now
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Would I repeat it
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Would I fight in a war I don't believe in?
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Well the answer is its not me here the cancer is
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They've been doing this before Jesus of Nazareth
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And after all this time its still deadly hazardous
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And Bush isn't really being all that inaccurate
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When he says we winning the war cus its staggering
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But thats cus we killin' everybody that we see
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And most of us soldiers we can barely fall asleep
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And time and time again I'm feeling incompetent
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Cus my woman back home we constantly arguin'
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And I must be crazy cus all I'm obsessin' with
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Is her myspace and facebook and who's commentin'
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I swear to God if she's cheating I'm doing her ass in
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I can tell with one look
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And it came to be something like a song hook
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Saying
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Heaven, is there a chance that you can come down
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And open doors to hurting people like me
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People like me
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People like me
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People like me
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Yeah, people like me
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Meet Sarah, the proud mother of young Sebastian
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Suburban professional, went to college in Ashland
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In self pity, she suddenly cried
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Would my life be important if I suddenly died?
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Neighbours sayin' what a nice woman she was
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Keepin' mostly to herself ever since the divorce
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And with the company downsizing in the fall, and all
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She really shouldn't take it that personal at all
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It wasn't her boss who had his eyes on his thighs
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And got a rise from her risin' off the desk though
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And despite remembering sayin' no plenty of times
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It was still a damn surprise being let go
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And now stuck with a mortgage she can't afford
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And too educated to blame the corporate world
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She got on welfare, then hated it
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Case worker powertrippin' and generally being degrading
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if nothing else she was treated sick, and ineffective
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Which is the worse thing, that she'd been left with
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Damn
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No magic from David Blaine
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No pain and her pain was plain
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No Morgan Freeman to narrate the shame
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So she took refuge in prayer
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Kind of like finding God in the phonebook
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and it came to her sounding something like a song hook.
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Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down
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and open doors to hurting people like me
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People like me
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People like me
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People like me
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Yeah, people like me
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I guess I told you about myself to a degree
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Just by telling you about people like me
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But people like me, they speak politely
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They don't start no beef for a piece of white meat
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Everybody gotta eat, but everybody doesn't
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Which is why I wanna tell you about my favourite cousin
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He and I grew up where the sun shines
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And we both partook in the gun crimes
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And we both liked American rap rhymes
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Even though we didn't understand one line
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If you remember my liner notes in my last album
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I talked about a close call with a grenade
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I think we both must've been seventh grade
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But don't panic, we both survived without damage
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But we developed a bond like we survived the Titanic
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So when the country became frantic
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My mother tried to get us out, planned it
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to the last detail, except the plan got derailed
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cus there wasn't enough money for the plane tickets
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How bitter when my mother had to chose who to take with her
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So my cousin got left in the war
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And that's just hard to record
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But now I take refuge in prayer
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Kind of like finding God in the phonebook
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It came to me sounding something like a song hook
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Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down
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and open doors to hurting people like me
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People like me
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People like me
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People like me
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Yeah, people like me
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