| Comes a time when we say
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| It’s been too long and we can’t stay
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| In this world in this way
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| What comes next can’t be like today
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| Tell me where the homeless sleep
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| Where do they sit down to eat
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| On the screen there’s TV shows
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| Cause anorexia sells clothes
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| You’d think CEOs would know
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| Money cannot feed their souls
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| How long must the people wait
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| Time is running much too late
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| To justify all our lies
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| Open eyes could set things right
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| Look around, what is found?
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| Nothing’s changed and whose to blame for it all
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| When everything’s failed
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| And time’s not for sale
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| What comes after the fall
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| Who tells the tale?
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| Life’s as much as it seems
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| But nothing’s really what it means
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| And nothing can explain these dreams
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| Lest we speak of broken beams
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| When they’re gone its only sound
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| Of cries buried beneath the ground
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| Sometimes love is all we know
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| It takes some time to let it grow
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| The people come the people go
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| Did it take this to let love show?
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| Raise your fist and you may taste
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| That which brings us face to face
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| You could say it’s a waste
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| Raise your fist and you may taste
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| That which brings a saving grace
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| That which brings us face to face |