| Today the streets were filled with strangers
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| Calling names and choosing sides
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| Never thinking of tomorrow
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| More and more we’re running blind
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| Makes you wonder where we’re heading
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| So many people all in a hurry
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| Living in circles of worship and worry
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| Dressing so long
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| That they’re usually late for the show
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| And they’re so busy judging
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| The heads that they’re turning
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| And so busy fighting
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| That there’s no time for learning
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| And they’re turning their backs on the people
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| They might like to know
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| We may be running out of heroes
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| It seems they tumble every day
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| We killed a man just for careless dreaming
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| More and more we’re running blind
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| Makes you wonder where we’re heading
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| So many people all in a hurry
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| Living in circles of worship and worry
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| Dressing so long
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| That they’re usually late for the show
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| And they’re so busy judging
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| The heads that they’re turning
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| And they’re so busy fighting
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| That there’s no time for learning
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| And they’re turning their backs on the people
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| They might like to know
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| I said there’s so many people all in a hurry
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| Living in circles of worship and worry
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| Dressing so long
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| That they’re usually late for the show |