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Baby I would do anything for you
Nobody's ever treated me quite like you do
I've wasted too much time
I've wasted too...
Shout shout shout Delilah
Shout shout shout at the top of your lungs
Shout shout shout Delilah
Shout shout shout until...
Fee fi fo she smells his body
She smells his body
And it makes her sick to her mind
He has got so much to answer for
Do you remember
The things we used to say?
I feel so nervous
When I think of yesterday
How could I let...
Sorry son, this is what I've done
This is what I've done
It was a long sad supper without you
I had to be cruel to be...
I had a dream
Strange it may seems
It was my perfect day
Open my eyes
I realize
This is my...
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
Breathe the air out there
We are free, we can be wide open
For you open...
We'd better think about the things we say
We'd better think about the games we play
The world went round, around and round
Terrible thing
It was a terrible thing to see you're dying
It was a terrible thing
It was a terrible thing to see you're...
I never had a friend like you
This is the day
Your skin is white, your eyes are blue
This is the day
...
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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
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