| Take a look in the mirror
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| Look at yourself
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| But don’t you look too close
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| 'Cause you just might see the person
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| That you hate the most
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| Lord, what’s happening to this human race
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| I can’t even see one friendly face
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| Brothers fight brothers and sisters wink their eyes
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| While silver tongues bear fruits of poison lies
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| Take a look at your children born innocent
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| Every boy and every girl
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| Denying themselves a real chance
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| To build a better world, oh!
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| Dear Lord what’s happening to your precious dream
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| I think it’s washing away on a bloody, bloody stream
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| Yes, take a look at your children before it’s too late
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| And tell them nobody, nobody wins when the prize is hate
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| Oh, no, no, no, it’s not too late
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| We gotta tell all of our children
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| That love, love, love is the way |