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When you're so long gone, you can't help yourself
When you're so dead wrong
Let alone no one else
Well the children still dying in the streets
The babies still living with disease
The cops got guns, the poor folks got sons
Who work for Mr. Franklin every week
If you've come looking for hard times
Hard times ain't hard to find
Cause we've been given that lifeline
Only once in a lifetime
Baby we were born
Maybe we were born
To be sure ... to endure
When the storm comes
Got them sad eyes
Got them cat eyes
Got your angels tired
From saving your life
So you would be best
To contain yourself
Before you end up killed
His bare feet
Touch her bare feet
The air breaths sweet
At the mountains peak
And I forgot
What the wise man said
About that ancient thread
Baby we were born
Maybe we were born
To be sure ... to rejoice
When it succumbs
- Álbum:
- One Lovely Day
- The Rainwater LP
- Every Waking Moment
- The Clarence Greenwood Recordings
- Citizen Cope
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- West of Memphis: Voices for Justice (Soundtrack)
- West of Memphis: Voices for Justice
- Bullet and a Target
- Urban Outfitters: A Cold Weather Sampler
- Monitor This!
- MTV2 Handpicked, Volume 2
- Live at the World Café, Volume 19
- 11.04 Modern Rock
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 96: September 2001
- Ear Snacks, Volume 4
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, June 2005
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 127: October 2004
- The Sweet Sounds of Superfly, Volume 8: Bonnaroo 2005
- Live at KEXP, Volume One