I read the morning paper, someone had just died
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In big bold letters so it comes as no surprise
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Im looking at a story 'bout violence,
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a word from a lawyer in his defense
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this time we got the jury by the throat
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I turn the television on to get away
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a quick reminder that we have to
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swallow every word they say
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learned another lesson in history,
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written like a murder and mystery
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to me it's just another way
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of disguising the past
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Fear is not the way to make it work and be as one
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it's too late the damage has been done
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so fly your flag and make your statments,
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hold on to your pride
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and live your life for others that have died
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This is the end of what we know,
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Where do we go?
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don't look for solace in some shallow
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ignorant late night talk show
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think about your problems every now and then
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discover that we're limited in the end
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sometimes you've got to close your eyes
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start thinking for yourself
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Sitting Duck
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| No Use For A Name |
