| What is the world coming to?
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| The way I feel about my life right now is as if I don’t
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| Do something quick that I might end up sick or homicidal
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| Appreciate the blessings lingering in my vibrato
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| Administrate the lessons I’m singing in my recital
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| Give it another title, call it the daily bread
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| A special formula you fix to get the baby fed
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| It’s brain food, that kind they ooze into a baby’s head
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| So he won’t be misled and when the baby’s dead
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| Bury him where they buried Terry just to grow a tree up
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| They cutting down the rainforest looking for space to free up
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| And paving paradise with parking lots where buildings be up
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| What is the world coming to? |
| It’s really messing me up
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| I got a brand new nephew in about a year
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| His lungs will be older than he is from the cloudy air
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| Not saying cloudy like the molecules of H20
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| I’m talking about the factories and fumes, whatever you know
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| And every time I’m driving, I’m thinking «I'm such a culo!»
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| My contribution of pollution isn’t very cool though
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| But what am I to do though? |
| I got to work to live
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| And if I happen to be living where my working is
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| Then will I ever learn to celebrate it through my kids
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| One day I’ll have 'em maybe but first I need a lady
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| And will I give her all my time and will she really love me
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| And will she give me shelter when the storms are up above me
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| I know sometimes it be my personality is ugly
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| And no amount of make up can make up for that
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| But know I recognize a game and when I’m up to bat
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| I’m gonna put a little change into the thinking cap
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| Because to change the world you gotta change your mind
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| We can’t go on living wrong inside of the same design
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| It gotta be that you and me agree to make a difference
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| Put up a canvas and manipulate the color pigments
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| To paint a portrait of tomorrow full of broader figments
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| In your imagination could you imagine nations?
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| At peace and harmony instead of genocidal warring
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| Where borders don’t exist and nobody’s considered foreign
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| Mother Earth is respected, animals are protected
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| Society perfected, Capitalism’s rejected
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| What is the world coming to? |
| Almost the end of us
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| And it’s the evils in the world today we tend to trust
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| How could we let the ashes crumble till they come to dust
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| I guess that’s what is meant to happen if you blind enough
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| If you ready for what is coming, then come on with me
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| Follow my voice, if you can hear it let the song lift me
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| Into the graces of Heaven’s hugs, to learn love’s embrace
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| And share with every beautiful face
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| I place my right hand on my heart
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| And say, let me be the start
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| I pound my fist on my chest and request
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| Allow me to be the test, and when I’m at my best
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| I can make a Catholic priest confess
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| Cause guilt is worse than the parasite in his flesh
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| And the flesh is weak but the pride is strong
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| And it can make a little lie last a little bit longer
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| Than it was ever intended by whom ever intended to send it
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| Watch the evil manifest that it rendered
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| And I hope you remembered your place in this
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| Look up at a shooting star, go 'head and make a wish
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| Hopefully it will be granted by the gods
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| Against all odds you’ll be wise enough to see through the facades
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| What is the world coming to? |
| I wish I had a answer
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| Better than seeing human beings as a living cancer
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| Better than being what I’m seeing hope I have a chance to
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| Raise the consciousness
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| Peace ya’ll and god bless
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| Blind World |