They tell me that the sun comes up every morning They tell me that there's people out on the streets But why is life so cruel They tell me man he tops the list in creation He takes his place as uncrowned king of the world But why is man so cruel He's doin' time Ain't it a crime.
Oh prince of peace We need you now Give us a sign To show us how.
Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer Seems even love possesses treachery too But how can love be cruel Ain't it a shame He took the blame:
Seems this old world Has lost it's way On such a torn And troubled day Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer Surely not love possesses treachery too But how can love be cruel He's doin' time Ain't it a crime.
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