A man, and another, a song, a dancefloor. A man, and his lover, a gunshot, a roar. A man, he’s a brother, a nephew, a friend. A man, of a mother, not his time to end. It’s senseless, it’s ludicrous, we’re angry, we’ll cry, It’s happening, and America’s too tired to ask why, It’s schoolkids,…
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