| Silently we pray to our new god
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| The diamond-studded lord of profit
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| Businessman are idols we admire
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| Money lights our fire
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| Conceited we sit in our red leather chair
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| Thinking ahead but not thinking too far!
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| Cosily enclosed in our garden of delight
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| No time to think of other folks plights
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| Maybe it’s time, it’s time for change
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| A change in our heart, our mind
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| A change in our vision!
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| Man and woman leave the land and make their way to cities
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| Hoping for an end to thei miseries
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| Delhi, Sao Paulo, Shangai, Mexico City
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| Open up their gutters to the human stream
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| Bursting their seams with people’s dreams
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| Day dreams of better life or just a bowl of rice
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| Favelas of the world sucking children to their breasts
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| Even rats make better nests
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| Feel the bitter sweet taste of reality
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| In the forgotten realms of humanity
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| I can’t keep up the pace of the race
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| Can’t find my space in this place
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| I really feel (now) there’s no time to waste!
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| Maybe it’s time, it’s time for change
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| A change in our heart, our mind
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| A change in our vision!
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| We do need a real ch’ange
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| A change in our heart, our mind
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| A change in our vision! |