death
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has been your lover
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he has brought you
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the edges of your life
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and now you are looking over
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and all we can say is
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it's gonna be all right
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and I am looking forward
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to looking back on these days
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when on every corner
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someone holds a sign
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that says I'm homeless
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I'm hungry and
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I have AIDS
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how will they define our generation
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in the coming decades
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who will tell the story
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and what will they say?
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will they say the victims
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were thought of as criminals
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while the guilty sat on high
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deciding their fate
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ticking off statistics in their spare time
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tell me,
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which is the crime?
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may you never test positive
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pregnancy
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HIV
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may you never be the receptacle of blame
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may you never be the scapegoat
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for a whole
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world full of shame
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may you never be fighting for your life
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and at the same time
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have to fight for your name
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there are too few who open both eyes
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we sit back in our easy chairs
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and we try to sympathize
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whether from the point of a needle or
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the edge of our beds
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we too, like too many others,
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could be dead
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our actions
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will define us
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before a single definition can be said
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yeah, so what if god is testing us
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what if that's true
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what are you going to do
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what is the answer
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to you
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On Every Corner
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Ani DiFranco |