What do you say to the child
Whose god is in T.V.?
And what do you say to the man
Who blames the world on T.V.?
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They don't even know how to sing my song
But they won't even try it
With me, with me, with me
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Who is standing over playing like
The teacher
Harnessing the learned
Who try but can't leave her
I want to beg the liars to lay down
Their sirens
That play like the angels
To my deep desire
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Free my son
Let him walk right through the rain
Free my son
Make him waterboy
Free my son
There he stands down on the shore
Free my son
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What do you say to the man
Who treats her like a mother?
And what do you say to the man
Who treats him like a father?
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