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Don't Let Others Take Advantage of Me
Hear, Oh Great America, to whom God shed His grace upon and crowned See Me, As I walk through the dark streets, cold and in fear of every second, no one cares I was born here, years ago I left my father's house, he was a louse, he battered me I have met my sister, not of blood, of circumstance, we stand hoping, she won't ever get raped again Tired of running, all over the land, as the lies of we love you, are empty, as our souls weep rivers 'Alas, all who can still feel emotion, Come bring devotion, help our fleeting and fleeing generation, Our future, Our young Please, open your ears and give, what you can, to bring, one girl or boy home, never more to roam As we pray, God, Please Protect Our Children You, Who Can Still See, Don't Let Others Take Advantage of Me... Hear the Cries of Our Children before it's too late... We all can make the difference in a life... TG†☺
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