| Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention
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| Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd
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| I get so confused I don’t understand
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| I know you feel the same way you’ve always wanted to say
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| But you don’t get the chance, just a voice in the crowd
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| I don’t know the score anymore; |
| it’s not clear anymore
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| I can’t tell right from wrong anymore; |
| I just don’t understand
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| I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
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| Like changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold
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| When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys die
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| At the time just a little white lie
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| It was one of the first but it hurt me the most
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| And the truth stung like tears in my eye
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| That even the good guys must die
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| There’s no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
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| Even now it still makes me cry
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| If there’s somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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| Just a little helping hand just a little understanding
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| Just some answers to the questions that surround me now
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| If there’s somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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| Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
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| Just some answers to the questions that I’m asking you
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| I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
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| Where nothing here is ever what it seems
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| You stand so close but you never understand it
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| For all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind?
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| And you sit there and talk revolution
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| But can you tell me just who’s in command?
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| When you tell me the forces we are fighting
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| Then I’ll gladly join and make plans
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| But for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
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| And our voices are gagged by our greed
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| Our minds are harnessed by knowledge
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| By the hill and the will to succeed
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| And if that’s not what you believe
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| Would you let me know I’m not standing alone
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| That I’m not just a voice in the crowd
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| If there’s somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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| Just a little helping hand just a little understanding
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| Just a little understanding to the questions that I’m asking you
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| If there’s somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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| Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
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| Just some answers to the questions that I’m asking you
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| I’ll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
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| Where nothing here is ever what it seems
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| I’m scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
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| That preside over our minds and our lives
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| When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
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| Day by day it’s getting louder
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| And day by day it’s getting stronger
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| But when I can’t scream no more and I need reassurance
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| I listen to the crowd
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| (And the boy stood, and stared at the hill. And the hill stared back) |