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Pink - My Vietnam
Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom
Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of
Pink Once I fed the homeless, I'll never forget
I look upon their faces as I treated them with respect
My And
This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
Momma was a lunatic, she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn't good enough, but I guess I wasn't trying
Never like school that much, they tried to teach me better
But I just wasn't hearing it because I thought I was already pretty clever
And
This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
They keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score
What do you expect from me?
What am I not giving you?
What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes?
This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
They keep on dropping bombs
My And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
This is my Vietnam

Pink - Dear Mr. President (feat. Indigo Girls)
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud
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 high?
Can you even look me in the eye
Girls And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonley 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 rights 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 high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you
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