(Donald Charles Book and Kurt Wagner)
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To whom can I speak today
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The brothers they are equal
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But the old friends of today
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They have become unlovable
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To whom can I speak today
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The gentleness has perished
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And the violent man has come down on everyone
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To whom can I speak today
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The wrong which roams the earth
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There can be no end to it
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It is just unstoppable
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Death is in my sights today
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As when a man desires
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To see home after many years in jail
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February through December
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We have such a tragic year
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As separate as the fingers
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Suddenly - as one - as the hand
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And the violent man has come down on everyone
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And the violent man has come down on everyone
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The Man Who Loved Beer
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David Byrne |