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I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets that my
Son walks down.
If we suffered for this, It has to change. (x2)

We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls. And hope that they found
Peace, dying alone. (x2)

They gave their selves to the streets, they saved. They took the challenge
To keep our faith. (x2)

I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets that my
Son walks down.
If we suffered for this, It has to change

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