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In the tiny hours os the morning Long before the sun casts its Pre-dawn gray and the east Begins to light You feel the oneness of us all You hurt for the people who Really are brothers and sisters The people and families of Boston And Newtown And the people and families, victims Of random, meaningless gun violence Every **** day The kids lost every day in drive-bys And the men and women who Try so hard to hold it all together The families on the ramen noodles and Baloney and peanut butter plans with Hamburger Helper for a treat The men and women scared of Losing home--not just a **** house Don't you know, the only home Their kids ever knew And you hurt in the tiny hours For your people who no longer Can make the ends meet And you know a much bigger Struggle calls Our people are sick of hurtin and losin While those who really can Make things happen Sleep through the night Without a thought to us Lots and lots to do Woody said it right in a different But same kind of time This land belongs to you and me
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Tiny Hours
In the tiny hours os the morning Long before the sun casts its Pre-dawn gray and the east Begins to light You feel the oneness of us all You hurt for the people who Really are brothers and sisters The people and families of Boston And Newtown And the people and families, victims Of random, meaningless gun violence Every **** day The kids lost every day in drive-bys And the men and women who Try so hard to hold it all together The families on the ramen noodles and Baloney and peanut butter plans with Hamburger Helper for a treat The men and women scared of Losing home--not just a **** house Don't you know, the only home Their kids ever knew And you hurt in the tiny hours For your people who no longer Can make the ends meet And you know a much bigger Struggle calls Our people are sick of hurtin and losin While those who really can Make things happen Sleep through the night Without a thought to us Lots and lots to do Woody said it right in a different But same kind of time This land belongs to you and me
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stewart-acuff
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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