You can feel the bodies aching
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You can feel the spirit waisting
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But it's someone else's children
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And it's someone else's problem in the end
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You just go about your business
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You've got bigger fish frying
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Someday you might be a witness
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Someday you may wake up crying like I cry
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What's the problem?
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There's no problem in your own little world
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What's the bother?
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Can't be bothered
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'til your own little world goes to hell,
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Then you can tell
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We are all in this together
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We are all in this together
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We got to pull together
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And we can't worry who's sorry now
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Who's sorry now,
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Now that everything is clear
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Who's sorry now,
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Sorrow unspoken here
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Please take a bow
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You got so many distractions
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You got old friends to satisfy
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You're afraid of the reaction
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If the others should find out, you'd falsify
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Maybe this could never happen
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Maybe God is on your side
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Tell yourself what I tell myself
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That it's justice when somebody else must die
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It's a hard life
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Such a hard life, it's a hard little world
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Some are winners, some are losers
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Here in our little world
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But you'd sell out, beg, borrow, steal,
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Move mountains, if it was your own
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It was your own
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When it's your own pretty baby
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There's no method in the madness
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We all can't escape the sadness
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Don't surround your heart with hardness
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You may someday need someone to sympathize
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Before you're crushed by your own selfishness
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You must confess
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Are you feeling sorry?
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Sorrow spoken here
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Who's sorry now
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Who's Sorry Now
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| Todd Rundgren |
