I Should Say Something

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            Dm                     Cm
Well it was only this morning that I realised
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my conscience's been sleeping while I've been alive
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There's things in the past that I let pass me by
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and now I regret that I never did stop to ask why
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A man with the bag and the walking stick limps up and down my road
    Bb                                          Eb             Bb
The kids in the cafe they point and laugh where is their moral code
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I should say something but I say nothing I haven't got the nerve
Cm                                     F
He's in the twilight years of his life this ain't what he deserves

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A high street fright on a Friday night, a coward hits his lady
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He cries out "Bitch, you must be mad, why'd you disobey me?"
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And we should do something but we do nothing the public eye turns blind
Cm                                    F
Domestic violence is met with silence in apathetic times

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And would she have said yes, when wearing her white dress
                  F
if violence was included in his vows?
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I'm sure that she hates it, but she tolerates it
                     F
she's married to him now
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A starving girl cries on TV, dying in a third world nightmare
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Slouching back we sympathise from the comfort of our armchairs
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We should give something but we give nothing only a little loose change
Cm                                          F
It's quite appalling when tears are falling more often than the rain

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And if you see a mother swear at her poor innocent child
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Do you ever stop and say to her why are you so vile
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That kid will grow up to be a fuck-up just like his dear young mum
Cm                                F
His little heart is falling apart under your spiteful tongue

Dm                  Gm                      Cm
And does this kid deserve this, born into a right mess
                      F
The sad thing is he's not the only one
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And I'm sure that he hates it, but he tolerates it
                       F
A boy can't choose his mum
F (6x)
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