| Last night I dreamed
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| That I was sneaking up on Babylon
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| I awoke to find it was the very street I’m on
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| I closed my eyes but what I see won’t go away
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| Away
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| The city closed the shelter down the street
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| We’d rather pay to save a tree
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| Then give a brother something warm to eat
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| It breaks my heart that we’re so incomplete
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| Yeah, Oh
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| Maybe there’s a reason for it
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| But its so hard to see so many broken people
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| Living in this lonely city
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| It feels right to give up, I get up
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| I realize your blood can cover all these stains
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| And You don’t ever miss a thing
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| No, no, You don’t ever miss a thing
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| I catch the news on channel 3 about once a week
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| But You see so much more
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| You see the husband flee the scene
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| You hear the woman hit the floor
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| Crying out «Can you still save me, Lord»
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| Ohh
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| Maybe there’s a reason for it
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| But its so hard to see so many broken people
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| Living in this lonely city
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| It feels right to give up, I get up
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| I realize your blood can cover all these stains
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| And You don’t ever miss a thing
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| You see it all cuz there is nothing you can’t see
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| You can free us
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| Cuz there is nothing you can’t free
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| And even when we fall
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| You come and meet us at our knees
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| You don’t ever miss a thing
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| No
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| Maybe there’s a reason for it
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| But its so hard to see so many broken people
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| Living in this lonely city
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| It feels right to give up, I get up
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| I realize your blood can cover all these stains
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| You don’t ever miss a thing
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| Maybe there’s a reason for it
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| But its so hard to see so many broken people
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| Living in this lonely city
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| It feels right to give up, I get up
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| I realize your blood can cover all these stains
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| You don’t ever miss a thing |