When I heard the news,
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my heart fell on the floor.
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I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore.
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In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is.
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My soul has a known a better life than this.
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I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
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while others don't seem to feel a thing.
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Then I curse my whiteness
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and I get so damn depressed.
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In a world of suffering,
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why should I be so blessed?
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I heard about a women who lives in Colorado.
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She built a monoment of sorts behind the garage door,
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where everyday she prays for all whom are born
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and all whose souls have passed on.
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Sometimes my trouble gets so thick,
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I can't see how I'm gonna get through it.
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But, then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
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then be tied to it.
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There is so much more.
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I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
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I cant get used to my bodys limits.
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I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
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They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
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I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
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I need to get out of this city.
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Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky,
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wondering where I go when I die.
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...When I die.
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There Is So Much More
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| Brett Dennen |
