| And when the clock strikes 12, tell me where you gonna be?
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| Cleaning up the mess we’ve made or watching your TV?
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| And if you have to ask, then you don’t have a clue,
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| There’s snow in Arizona while they’re bombing in Beirut!
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| I hope some day… when i’m dead and gone,
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| We learn to right… everything that’s wrong,
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| With loving hands… turn sick to strong,
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| Our time will tell… if life goes on, on, on, on, on When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore,
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| You run, run, away! |
| but there’s no place to hide, mate!
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| When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight,
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| 'Cause you’re too late! |
| so kiss your ass goodbye, mate!
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| It just don’t make no sense, there’s a million mouthes to feed,
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| We got military action over monetary need
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| And you can turn your back, or you can plant the seed
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| You can choose compassion over universal greed
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| I hope some day… when i’m dead and gone,
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| We learn to right… everything that’s wrong,
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| With loving hands… turn sick to strong,
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| Our time will tell… if life goes on, on, on, on, on When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore,
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| You run, run, away! |
| but there’s no place to hide, mate!
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| When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight,
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| 'Cause you’re too late! |
| so kiss your ass goodbye, mate!
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| And you can turn your back, but it won’t go away
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| And you don’t look scared, but you should be afraid
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| You can shut your mouth, but you still have a say
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| And you just don’t care, for tomorrow, today
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| And you can turn your back, but it won’t go away
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| And you don’t look scared, but you should be afraid
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| You can shut your mouth, but you still have a say
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| And you just don’t care, for tomorrow, today
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| Well no way! |
| way! |
| No way, no way, no way, no way!
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| When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore,
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| You run, run, away! |
| but there’s no place to hide, mate!
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| When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight,
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| 'Cause you’re too late! |
| so kiss your ass goodbye, mate! |