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See the children with the broken wings on their backs Wounded angels can't fly Sleep in alleys, using gutters as your pillows Can't see God when they look in your eyes Why See the people in the church that still pretend to care But they turn you away They say that you can't be saved, they discriminate Tip your hat and you're never going back Home street home, is where the heart is See the sign on the streets that say Jesus saves But you're wondering who They say that you can't be saved, they discriminate Tip your hat and you're never going back Home street home, is where the heart is