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Can't Make You Like Me
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

It’s a home, it’s a holy place
The birthright of opposing faiths, you see
So the violence begins
Taking turns against both friends and enemies

I’ve been wanting all my life
A place to lay my head
Home is always out of sight
Excepting for the dead
My mother always said

Palestinians, Israelites
We’re only fighting our fathers’ fights, you see
Call it faith, but you can’t deny
It won’t stop ‘til the infidels die –
like you and you and you and you and me

I’ve been wanting all my life
A place to lay my head
Home is always out of sight
Excepting for the dead
My mother always said

I can’t make you like me
But I can understand where you come from
And know how hard it must be
Yes, I can understand
But I can’t make you like me

Those who lean to the radical right
Will be seen on the news tonight, not you or me
And the military men
Never leave Jerusalem in peace

I’ve been wanting all my life
A place to lay my head
Home is always out of sight
Excepting for the dead
My mother always said,

I can’t make you like me
But I can understand where you come from
And know how hard it must be
Yes, I can understand
But I can’t make you like me

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