| If you had looked, you might have just seen them
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| Stretched in the background
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| You’d see the oceans swell
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| And the mountains shook
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| You’d see a million colors
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| If you really looked
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| Now quick the night draws near
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| Her curtain spreads quicker
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| The safety’s off
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| But the gun has no trigger.
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| If you had looked, you’d be no one’s coward
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| Distance, justice, power
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| You’d glimpse the password
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| You wouldn’t need the book
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| You’d own both slave and master
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| If you just had looked
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| But now the banks all closed
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| And nothing gets bigger
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| The crowd will yell
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| But the gun has no trigger.
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| If you had looked, you might reconsider
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| Or just maybe you already have
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| They watch you sleeping
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| You watch their garbage cook
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| You’d weep a bowl of tears
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| If you had looked
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| But now the gate comes down
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| The pangs are growing dimmer
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| You hold a gun to your head
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| But the gun has no trigger. |