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sitting on the train trying not to feel sick
the countryside is unfolding in front of me
cows and rickshaws fires burn away
and all in enveloped by palm trees
we pass a village thats coverd in filth
garbage strewn in dusty streets
the houses are nothing but sheetmetal shacks
and the walls have been turned into advertisements
all the sudden it hits me real hard
poverty is choking this country
i see a man asleep on a bench
i can't tell you how he touched me
what the hell am i doing right now?
sitting on a train going to another hotel!
what the hell is the matter with me?
all i've really known
is luxury
cotton sheets
warm down comforters
fast fast cars
a loving mother
pocket full of cash
places to spend it
smoke filled basements
i'd like to forget it.
i dont understand why i've had so much
and so many people have had such less
yeah i know its the luck of the draw
some get lucky most get passed
a lonely tear burned down my cheek
i can't believe that i've been acting so selfish
and then a couple of kids in a rice field
smile and grin and i felt
helpless
a victim of emotions
unable to enjoy
this moment of beauty
i found myself in
palm trees and dirt roads
and simple farms
smiling little boys
and giggling girls
they all want to touch
my long curly hair
i think i'm gonna be ok
i just need to realize some facts
i've been given so much to help myself
there's nothing that i lack
nothing that i lack
just gotta find the way
to give some back
to give some back
to give some back
