| When will we find a balance
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| Such unfair things we see
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| Small troubled nations crumble
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| And freedom falls from dust to dust
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| Remember people are just flesh and bone
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| And blood and tears and soul
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| Where the past’s led us to the present
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| Where the future will unfold
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| And I have some ideas, though I realize
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| I might be blind
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| I ask so many questions
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| I keep leaving thoughts behind
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| Still searchin' ain’t like wasting time
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| At least there is this bottom line
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| We need to find some sort of balance
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| Along the way
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| Until they see the way
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| It’s meant to be on this lonesome soil
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| I think it might take a while
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| The answers wait unanswered while we’re
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| Too scared to lift our heads
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| War justifies some feelings
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| Helps us find a taste for blood
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| I think the «enemy» is anyone
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| Who has the guts to say
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| That nothing’s wrong
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| That things are fine
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| That there’s no reason to complain
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| I think it might take a while
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| But it’s always free |