No, oh, oh, oh, oh. . .
There was a boy, he was lame
He had a limp in his leg
People looked at him with a frown
He said why do you put me down
No, no, no, don't accuse, You don't know what they've been through
No, no, no, don't accuse, You don't know what they've been through
How would you like it if I hurt you, way deep inside
I looked at you with a frown
Would you feel all alone?
No one comes to help you
It seems that nobody cares
Maybe next time you'll think twice
Before you accuse or compare
(chorus x2)
No, oh, oh . . .
When you prick us, do we not bleed?
When you whip us, do we not weep?
When you hurt us, do we not cry?
When you stab us, do we not die?
No, no, no, don't accuse, You don't know what they've been through
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