Tom: D
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I saw some people starving
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There was murder, there was rape
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Their villages were burning
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They were trying to escape
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I couldn't meet their glances
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I was staring at my shoes
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It was acid, it was tragic
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It was almost like the blues
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Woo-oo-ooo It was almost like the blues
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I have to die a little
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Between each murderous thought
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And when I'm finished thinking
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I have to die a lot
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There's torture and there's killing
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And there's all my bad reviews
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The war, the children missing
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Lord, it's almost like the blues
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Woo-ooo It's almost like the blues
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So I let my heart get frozen
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To keep away the rot
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My father says I'm chosen
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My mother says I'm not
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I listened to their story
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Of the Gypsies and the Jews
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It was good, it wasn't boring
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It was almost like the blues
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Woo-oo-oo-ooo It was almost like the blues
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G
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And there is no Hell below
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So says the great professor
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Of all there is to know
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But I've had the invitation
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That a sinner can't refuse
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And it's almost like salvation
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It's almost like the blues
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Wooo-oo-oo-ooo It's almost like the blues
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Wooo-oo-oo-ooo Almost like the blues
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Woo-oo-oo-ooo, Almost like the blues
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I saw some people starving
There was murder, there was rape
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And there is no Hell below
So says the great professor