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Written summer 2006, one of the first songs I recorded. |
There's a man in an office, he writes stories for the paper, he says, 'Recklessness is on the rise again. Can't you see that something has got to be done, because the mothers that are crying cause their children have been dying ain't helping anyone.' There's a child with a temper, he writes stories for the paper, he says, 'How do you think you'd like to help? I've been on my own now for a very long time, and from everything that I have seen there isn't really anything that you can do for me.' Take a step back and walk away Admit that there's something you'd like to say Don't go let yourself be pushed around Stand up for what you believe and say it loud There's a poet with a conscience, he writes stories for the paper, he says, 'Thou dost not do well to run and hide. In my life there is just one thing I am sure of, that's though everyone is arguing it isn't solving anything it only makes things worse.' Take a step back and walk away Admit that there's something you'd like to say Don't go let yourself be pushed around Stand up for what you believe and say it loud I'm a fool just like them, I write stories for the paper I know they don't matter, but I write the anyway |