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Another Prayer
Another prayer Sir
stick around
it's from those people
on the ground
we must help 'em
not like before
so lose that pen!
there is no score
unless you count
the sick or hurt
and all the dead
under dirt
who asked for aid
pleaded your name
the very ones
you always blame
for what? who cares
give 'em a hand
look at her
she can barely stand
why do we listen
not do a thing?
can't you hear
their starting to sing
''Your so good
la- la- la
love you more
than my Momma''
Sir that song!
how is this fair?
Hello! where are you
anyone there?
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