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The little children know they can't complainBecause the medicine we took is the sameWe just never knew the doctor's nameNo, we never knew the doctor's nameAnd all the big, brave kids are taking namesLittle children cutting off their sleevesWe just never knew which way to goHad to stay and sell these tangelosIs there any way we're connected?So we could be re-electedSome new perspectiveRe-electedDon't let the babies take you from your homeCrying in the lobby on the phoneWe just never knew which way to goSo won't you come in with me, Angelo? From Letras Mania