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(words & music by Scott Davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the s
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Eede
Put it down to the fighting
Put it down to the fools who play in the game
I'm picking up second sight
I'm picking up tired ways
But you better believe it
Oh you better believe before it's too late
I'm feeling like letting go
Of living in a dangerous time
It must've been lonely, it must've been cold
It must've been something
Life in a dangerous time
Is there life in a dangerous time?
Coming out of the shadows
Coming out of the darkness into the light
It's bright enough to show the way
Enough to face another day
It's a c
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Is it the emptiest of
All your broken hearted feelings
A serious misconception
To choose a path that led to ruin
You fucked up your life
Can't find your mind, you burned it all away
Ashes to ash
Dust to dust
So quick to point the finger
When you're the source of your condition
Why should I feel sympathy
When you only show me nothing
I live for today
Can't get away from the burning inside
Ashes to ash
Dust to dust
I could stare for a thousand years
Penetrate your deepest fears
Leave you cold with a faceless embrace
Then di
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Dicen que por las noches
no más se le iba en puro llorar;
dicen que no comÃÂa,
no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo
se estremecÃÂa al oÃÂr su llanto,
cómo sufrió por ella,
y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemÃÂa,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
de pasión mortal morÃÂa.
Que una paloma triste
muy de mañana le va a cantar
a la casita sola
con sus p
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