R. Langdon)
When the world died laughing, laughing at you
While others cry hungry you go with out food
Still you can see that as the world splits its sides
You're one of a million, just a wandering child
Because something meant something
Nothing to the few
Now heaven doesn't haunt you
And hell's awful
Don't tell me you love me, don't say that I do
'Cause I will believe you, I'll believe you
Now you're hurting but you just can't feel
You've got a chip on your shoulder and your arm won't heal
Sheer paranoia keeps you awake
Makes you hungry, makes you ache
She'll go enroll me, time and again
Well, I could have told you 'cause you're not my friend
Still I will believe you, I'll even lie
For all of your hurting is just sand in my eyes
Like sand in your eyes
But you can't see that with sand in your eyes
You're just one of a million wandering children
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