Tell Me
Dying too young in this world
It's hard to breathe in the clouded air
I hold myself back
Need to reach you now
Some good hearts of men
May shed some hope
But why are the children crying?
still dying?
It's not right
It's not fair
When you hide the truth
Behind the Christmas lights
oh, tell me
How I've ever begun in this world
In this world?
Dying too young
In this world
It's hard to understand why
Refining your goals
Upon an empty line
With a question in hand
It's not right
It's not fair
For them to suffer
in the desert air
Enough damage has been done
From the desert sun
Oh, tell me
How I've ever begun in this world
In this world?
oh tell me, tell me............
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