All they know is to photograph
People when they're on their knees
Say your prayers and wear your black
And be grateful it's not you and me
How am I supposed to live
Knowing that they're dying?
How am I supposed to laugh
Knowing that they're crying?
When did we get so cold?
When did we get so cold?
When did we grow so old?
So old
Raise me up to where the wind blows
Out of the ghettos, oh
Raise me up to where the sun glows
Out of these shadows, oh
When did we get so cold?
When did we get so cold?
When did we grow so old?
So old
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