| He sits and says he’s sick and tired of the argument
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| He’s heard them all and it makes no change when the money’s spent
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| And all his life he’s had to watch the way he’s went
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| No less in need no less deceived by the violence
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| She stands and says let my man go
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| Let them all go free
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| But the diamond’s talk
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| And fools gold is bought
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| Where the market’s free
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| The sticks come down
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| The bombs go off
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| The world is guilty
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| She holds no power
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| Just a love of truth
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| For her own country
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| I’ve come too far out here
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| And there’s no way you can hear
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| I was too far out all of my life
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| I’m not waving but drowning
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| For everyone whose life is run by their daily bread
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| Another one holds a loaded gun at someone’s head
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| And we stuck fast and our petty fears are already dead
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| While division rules and tradition’s roles
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| We are all mislead
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| I’ve come too far out here
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| And there’s no way you can hear
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| I was too far out all of my life
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| I’m not waving but drowning
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| I’ve come too far out here
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| I’m not waving I’m drowning
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| And there’s no way you can hear
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| I was too far out all of my life
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| I’m not waving but drowning |