| Ah…
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| Well, I been working up a fever trying to
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| Straighten up the mess in my mind about this place
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| I can’t contain myself anymore
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| Can’t you see it’s written all over my face
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| Why don’t you get on your feet
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| It’s about time you got to think
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| What ever happened to peace
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| Well open your eyes and you’ll see children laughing
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| Voices singin', hearts a-beatin' ah…
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| You’re always talkin' right and talkin about
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| The world and its corruption and moral decay
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| But what you gonna do about it, nothing
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| 'cause you’re more like children than children while they play
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| Why, you’re so clean through and through you won’t shake hands
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| With a negro who’s maybe cleaner then you
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| Well listen around and you’ll hear children laughin'
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| Voices singin', hearts a-beatin' like they always do
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| So what’s wrong with you, ah…
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| You’re so blown up with anger about the world
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| You write the songs about
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| Yet you don’t even know your neighbors name
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| Now you want to go the the moon and live there
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| When you know it’ll only end up the same
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| How can he give you any gratitude
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| With your endless sickenin' attitude
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| You strive to get ahead
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| But you leave each other dead
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| Can’t you see, children laughin'
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| Voices singin', hearts beatin' like they always do
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| So what’s wrong with you, ah…
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| Children laughin', voices singin' hearts beatin'
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| Children laughin', voices singin |