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Your gentle pace provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us
lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe
Are you in the situation to decide whether you really care
C'mon you know that its hard to complain about the way you live
So please don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you
Would you be
Would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes
Would you be
Would you be
Happy to walk in my shoes
I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue
The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease
Well do you have the information to decide whether you really care
Its hard to belive you'd look me in the eye and turn away again
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