| Now some small parts seem right scattered here and there
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| One smiling face in a crowd that’s angry and scared
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| Can’t seem to see where it doesn’t get worse
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| It’s like one good thought getting lost in an angry verse
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| I try to write Buddha and it comes out guns
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| I vote for peace and the blood still runs
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| I want to believe I can pass happy to my child
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| But the truth gets lost and the system runs wild
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| Send me someone who has doubts about it Who has conquered their own fear and lived to tell about it Someone who won’t give up in the frozen rain
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| Who’ll walk right next to me through the orchards and the grain
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| I wake up from a dream of a baby and a blast
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| Scenes from the television in the blue light it cast
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| Seek peace in your own heart sounds true, sounds right
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| I’m a troubled soul searching for peace in the night
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| Send me someone who has doubts about it Who has conquered their own fear and lived to tell about it Someone who won’t give up in the frozen rain
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| Who’ll walk right next to me through the orchards and the grain
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| Trying to figure out how it all fits together
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| Humans and sun and oceans and weather
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| And even if I dream alone on such a dangerous night
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| Tryin' to make all these pieces fit right
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| Send me someone who has doubts about it Who has conquered their own fear and lived to tell about it Someone who won’t give up in the frozen rain
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| Who’ll walk right next to me through the orchards and the grain
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| Even if I dream alone on such a dangerous night
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| Somehow I know I’m going to dream again tonight |