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Gino Vannelli - I Die A Little More Each Day lyrics
For every just man mocked and killed
 For every drop of black contagion spilled
 This is my house
 This is my evil
 For every battle lost and won
 The spangled banners flapping in the sun
 This is my blood
 This is my people
 The black drums leaking in their graves
 The tin cans rocking on the arctic waves
 For every child the streets will claim
 The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
 For every rose that wilts away
 I die a little more each day
 Just a little more each day
 For every field of wasted grain
 The rockets standing 'neath the western plains
 This is my greed
 This is my glory
 For every fist raised to the sky
 The crimes of hate our young sons glorify
 For every mouth that yearns for bread
 The heart of stone proclaiming
 God is deadGino Vannelli - I Die A Little More Each Day - http://motolyrics.com/gino-vannelli/i-die-a-little-more-each-day-lyrics.html
 For every soul that lost it's way
I die a little more each day
 Just a little more each day
 A little more each day
 For all the blessings I disown
 The cruelities I condone
 For every beast of land and sky and sea
 That suffers for my vanity
 For every sin under the sun
 For all the tears from here to kingdom come
 For every beast of land and sky and sea
 That suffers for my vanity
 For every sin under the sun
 For all the tears from here to kingdom come
 For every child the streets will claim
 The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
 For every rose that wilts away
 I die a little more each day
 Just a little more each day
 A little more each day
 Each day









