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When you're so long gone, you can't help yourself When you're so dead wrong Let alone no one else Well the children still dying in the streets The babies still living with disease The cops got guns, the poor folks got sons Who work for Mr. Franklin every week If you've come looking for hard times Hard times ain't hard to find Cause we've been given that lifeline Only once in a lifetime Baby we were born Maybe we were born To be sure ... to endure When the storm comes Got them sad eyes Got them cat eyes Got your angels tired From saving your life So you would be best Letras de cancionesTo contain yourself Before you end up killed His bare feet Touch her bare feet The air breaths sweet At the mountains peak And I forgot What the wise man said About that ancient thread Baby we were born Maybe we were born To be sure ... to rejoice When it succumbs From Letras Mania