| Here in this night
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| In the darkest of hours
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| I feel a cold wind that tells
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| Of a storm front drawing near
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| It speaks of greed and of hunger
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| Of envy and dread
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| Tells of the anger and hate
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| That arose from the fear
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| Who said life’s easy
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| Who said life’s fair
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| Who said good luck will be with those who dare
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| To follow their heart, and not follow their fear
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| And if the good all die young
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| Then who are all those still here
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| Take a look around you
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| See what you’ve got
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| You just see what you don’t have
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| And of that you still have a lot
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| The sky is the limit
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| The sky’s not enough
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| The tough keep going
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| Not only when the going gets rough
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| It seems we all
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| Don’t worry much
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| About what is happening
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| Left and right of us
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| But even if I try my hardest
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| Not to care
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| One question remains
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| And I’d like to hear your answer
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| Acting on target
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| At robotic speed
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| Recklessly feeding
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| Your robotic needs
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| No minute wasted
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| Emotions refused
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| Your brain’s exploited
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| Your heart remains unused
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| It seems we all…
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| Name your price
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| How much is it to buy your loyalty
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| I’ll do so, if I can afford
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| Name your price
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| How much do you charge to show remorse
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| To throw your indifference overboard
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| Won’t you once
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| Think just a little while about
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| What you will leave behind
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| When you decease
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| Won’t you once
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| Just once be good for something
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| Good for someone
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| Good for yourself at least
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| Here in this night
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| In the darkest of hours
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| I feel a cold wind that tells
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| Of a storm front drawing near
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| It speaks of greed and of hunger
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| Of envy and dread
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| Tells of the anger and hate
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| That arose from the fear
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| Who said life’s easy
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| And who said life’s fair
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| Who said good luck will be with those who dare
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| To follow their heart not their fear
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| And if it’s hope that dies last
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| Why do all us hopeless still live
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| Brother kills sister
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| Father kills son
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| Religion kills reason
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| Reason becomes undone
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| The end always
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| Justifies the means
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| Just running a program
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| Rooted deeply in our genes
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| It seems we all…
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| Name your price…
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| I have no faith
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| In a God above
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| But if I had
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| Then this would be my prayer:
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| Oh Seven Seas
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| Raise all your waves
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| And take this Flesh back home |