| For the world to sing
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| This is for the world to sing
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| So pleased to see you here
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| Come right inside
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| To this celebration of
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| The fact that we’re alive
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| Not much that one can do
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| To right all the wrongs
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| All we can offer is
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| That humble song
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| Here come the winds of war
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| The sport of kings
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| There’s nothing much at stake
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| Just everything
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| But when you break it down
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| It’s all the same
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| One gets the Nobel Prize
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| The other one gets the blame
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| Can you feel the fall?
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| Can you feel at all?
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| This is the world to sing
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| It all falls down the end begins
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| Can you feel the fall?
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| Can you feel at all?
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| Now this is all and everything
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| There’s nothing else that we can give
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| For the world to sing
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| This a dangerous place
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| Greedy as well
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| The world’s got expensive taste
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| And it’s hungry as Hell
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| It bites with razor blades
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| While it — eats you alive
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| It chews you up and spits you out
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| Right before your eyes
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| Can you feel the fall?
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| Can you feel at all?
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| This is the world to sing
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| It all falls down the end begins
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| Can you feel the fall?
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| Can you feel at all?
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| Now this is all and everything
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| There’s nothing else that we can give
|
| For the world to sing
|
| For the world to sing
|
| This is for the world to sing
|
| So pleased to see you here
|
| Come right inside
|
| To this celebration of
|
| The fact that we’re alive
|
| Not much that one can do
|
| To right all the wrongs
|
| All we can offer is
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| That humble song
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| For the world to sing
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| Yeah this is for the world to sing |