Saturday, June 24, 2006

Dear Mr President - P!nk


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Dear Mr. President, were you a lonely boy?
How can you say no child is left behind
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s right away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way, from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held up high
Can you even look me in the eye?

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(van haar laatste album I'm not dead)

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