In the streets of New York City
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ev'ry man can feel the cold.
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And I don't want no pity,
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but I want my story told.
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When the lights shine down on me,
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they shine on the little boy.
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Is this way to make him pay;
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be'ng born in a world of joy.
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But like me
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he don't know where he'll go wrong;
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he won't cry so many tears
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till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
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there's no room for us out there;
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you can lose your hope and pride.
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When it comes to broken dreams
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you'll get your share.
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Sometime a man breaks down,
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and the good thing he is looking for
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are crushed into the ground.
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Get on up, look around;
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can't you feel the wind of change?
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Get on up, taste the air;
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can't you see the wind of change;
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Don't you understand what I'm sayin',
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we need a god down there.
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A man to lead us children,
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take us from the valley of fear.
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Make the lights shine down on us,
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show us the road to go.
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Help us survive, make us arrive,
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teach us what we need to know.
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But like me
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he don't know where he'll go wrong;
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he won't cry so many tears
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till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
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there's no room for us out there;
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you can lose your hope and pride.
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When it comes to broken dreams
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you'll get your share.
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Sometime a man breaks down,
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and the good thing he is looking for
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are crushed into the ground.
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Get on up, look around;
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can't you feel the wind of change?
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Get on up, taste the air;
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can't you see the wind of change;
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Get on up...
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Wind Of Change
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| Bee Gees |
