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I am part of this social idea that there should be even ground for the oil man and trash man And we would be content. There will be food on the table and we will love our neighbors. Yeah, we will trust our neighbors It's a point of view with few contradictions that everyone I know is some sort of politician with all our bleeding hearts, with all our good intentions. It never makes a difference. Well, it rarely makes a difference Oh Lord, I love you so, but you've been misrepresented. Although, your flock does grow under these false pretenses. It leaves me feeling cold. It leaves me feeling faithless because our scars both new and old, they never seem to shame us