| Another home falls by the wayside
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| A few old cushions stuffed with pride
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| A hand is shaking from the rubble
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| This spirit is still alive
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| A servant bares his occupation
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| Breaks his back just growing old
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| Never mind his views were taken
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| Just saw by the rules of old
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Rushing out with pride
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| These hands that once were tied
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| A church bell rang for the occasion
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| The average man learns what’s in store
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| Now he sees where life was taken
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| Fighting heat, but growing cold
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Rushing out with pride
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Hands that once were tied
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| Is this what we call education
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| Just watch the wheel of time revolve
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| But why is this not what I’m thinking
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| Just one mind and the unknown
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Rushing out with pride
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Who just forgot their lives
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Rushing out with pride
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| Less cities, more moving people
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| Who just forgot their lives |