| We all pretend that the world’s not changing
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| We all believe we deserve much more
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| But deep inside there’s no denying
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| The rising tides have reached our shores
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| So get in line and set the outcome
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| Feed the rich and rob the poor
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| Tell myself that it’s not worth fighting
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| When will we wake up?
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| Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?
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| How can we fly when we clip our own wings?
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| How can we drown out all the sounds of hate
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| When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?»
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| We close our eyes as the kids are dying
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| We pull the shades and lock the doors
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| We all complain as we sit in silence
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| We cheat the game while keeping score
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| So get in line and set the outcome
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| Feed the rich and rob the poor
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| Tell myself that it’s not worth fighting
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| When will we wake up?
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| Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?
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| How can we fly when we clip our own wings?
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| How can we drown out all the sounds of hate
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| When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?»
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| Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?
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| How can we fly when we clip our own wings?
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| How can we drown out all the sounds of hate
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| When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?» |