| I will not wait, I will not see
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| The things you crave are lost on me
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| You took some earth. |
| Gave it a name
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| You plant a cross and trade the blame
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| Dyed in the wool and dead of mind
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| You took your stand. |
| Left sense behind
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| You stake it all on a sense of place
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| And lose your head to save your face
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| You’ve had your say
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| Close your mouth
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| If you know the way
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| Then point it out
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| Point it out
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| The ways and means as yet unclear
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| I only know where not to steer
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| I have no plan, but this I know
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| You’re said your peace in God’s main goal
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| You’ve had your say
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| Close your mouth
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| If you know the way
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| Then point it out
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| Point it out
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| All our voices out of tune
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| All our graveyards full too soon
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| What’s the matter, let it drop
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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| All our voices out of tune
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| (I will not wait)
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| All our graveyards full too soon
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| (I will not see)
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| All your money in the bank
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| (The things you crave)
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| How it festered, how it stank
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| (Are lost on me)
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| Lose a thing you hold dear
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| (You took some earth)
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| All our freedoms disappear
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| (Gave it a name)
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| What’s the matter, let it drop
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| (You plant a cross)
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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| (And trade the blame)
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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| Stupid, senseless, make it stop |