| I just can’t take no more
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| I gotta get out of this place
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| Cause the things I’ve seen
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| Have broken my heart
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| Made me feel ashamed,
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| Just to be a part of this human race.
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| If you could see their eyes while they were dying,
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| If you could hear their cries while they were dying,
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| Would you still put them on your dinner table my friend?
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| If you held the knife while they were dying,
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| And if it was you who did the killing,
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| Would it be different,
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| Cause there’s no difference
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| In the end.
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| The blood is on your hands,
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| The blood is on your hands,
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| If you don’t make a change,
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| If you don’t take a stand,
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| The blood is on your hands
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| Oh my brother could you take sometime
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| It would mean a lot to me,
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| And oh my sister would you make sometime
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| There’s something you have to see
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| It’s a little hard to swallow but the truth will set you free
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| Double u, double u, double u, dot, earthlings dot com
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| If you felt the pain with every bite you took,
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| And if you caught a glimpse with every bite you took,
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| Of all the misery and the suffering,
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| Just to feed your selfish craving, would you still swallow?
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| If you look the other way when they’re crying out in pain,
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| If you wear fur, if you wear leather,
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| If you eat meat, the blood is on your hands.
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| Just because you have the might,
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| It doesn’t give you the right
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| And just because you have more brains,
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| It doesn’t mean they feel less pain,
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| And if you choose to remain ignorant,
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| The blood is on your hands |