| Like a child with a brand new gift in hand
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| And then he broke it right the second day
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| So he had to throw it away
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| When we were younger and we have been told
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| That all the things that we given
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| Have to be kept in our hearts
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| The land we’re living is a gift from above
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| And we’re breaking is faster than a child
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| Than a child with his toy
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| But this ain’t a toy… a toy to break
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| IT’S LIKE A CHILD THAT IS PLAYING WITH HIS STORY
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| HE LIKES TO WIN AND NEVER LOSE
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| SOUNDS LIKE WE’RE CAUGHT IN PLAYING A BAD GAME
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| NO ONE WINS WE ALL LOSE
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| The rich don’t help and the poor can’t do
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| What’s the reason for destruction?
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| If you look high up and then stare to the sky
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| There’ll always be the answer to all our questions…
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| The land we’re living is a gift from above
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| And we’re breaking is faster than a child
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| Than a child with his toy
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| But this ain’t a toy… a toy to break
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| IT’S LIKE A CHILD THAT IS PLAYING WITH HIS STORY
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| HE LIKES TO WIN AND NEVER LOSE
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| SOUNDS LIKE WE’RE CAUGHT IN PLAYING A BAD GAME
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| NO ONE WINS WE ALL LOSE
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| Now it seems all over
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| There’s nothing else to do
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| Nothing else to say
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| IT’S LIKE A CHILD THAT IS PLAYING WITH HIS STORY
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| HE LIKES TO WIN AND NEVER LOSE
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| SOUNDS LIKE WE’RE CAUGHT IN PLAYING A BAD GAME
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| NO ONE WINS WE ALL LOSE |