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Dear Mr. President
FCome take a walk with me.
gLet's pretend we're just two people and you're not
Fbetter than me.
BI'd like to ask you some questions if we can
Fspeak honestly.

DisWhaDist ddo yC7ou C7feeBl wFhen you see all the homeless on the street?
DisWhoDis dod yoC7u pC7rayB foFr at night be fore you go to sleep?
DisWhaDist ddo yC7ou C7feeBl wFhen you look in the mirror?
DisAre you proud?

BHowF d[Dis-B-Eb]o you sleep while the rest of us cry?
BHowF d[Dis-d-Eb]o you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
BHowF d[Dis-B-Eb]o you walk with your head held high?
BCanD7 yoDisu even look me in the eye?
BAnd tell me why.

BDear Mr. President
FWere you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy?
gAre you a lonely boy?
FHow can you say?
BNo child is left behind.
FWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
gThey're all sitting in your cells.
FWhile you pave the road to hell

DisWhaDist kdindC7 ofC7 faBtheFr would take his own daughter's rights away?
DisAndDis whdat C7kinC7d oBf fFather might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
DisI cdan C7onlBy iFmagine what the first lady has to say?
DisYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine!

BHowF dDiso yBou Dissleep while the rest of us cry?
BHowF dDiso yBou Disdream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
BHowF dDiso yBou Diswalk with your head held high?
BCanD7 yoDisu even look me in the eye?

gLeta meB tell you bout hard work
cMindimuDism wage with a baby on the way
gLeta meB tell you bout hard work
cRebduilDisding your house after the bombs took them away
gLeta meB tell you bout hard work
cBuicldidng Disa bed out of a card board box
gLetg mea teBll you bout hard work
Hard work
cHarcd wdorkDis  
gYoug doan'tB know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
cHarcd wdorkDis Oh!

BHow do you
Fsleep at night?
BHow do you walk
Bwith your head held high?
BDear Mr. President
FYou'd never take a walk with me
FisWould you?


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