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A beaten woman
On her hands and knees
Working Las Vegas
She’s never really home
So her kids don’t recognize her anymore
Yeah she still has dreams
But she’s broke on hope
So, you sell it for a dollar
Preacher, your words are hollow to me
Sacrificed just for the need to be alive
Now here’s a man
With shaking hands on the street
Looking for help
Yeah he’s worked so hard
But nothing seems to go his way
And now he’s down
The only hand that’s reaching out is yours
To point out the forsaken
Preacher, your words are hollow to me
Preacher, your words are hollow to me
Sacrificed just for the need to be alive

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