| You are terrified by the smallest sound
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| Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
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| As do those who surround you
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| Well I have seen you stung by poisonous flies
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| And you suffer much too much from their bites
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| There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the storm
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| Many a thing that used to be a secret
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| Has become so talked about
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| Not worth a second thought
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| There’s different kinds of secrets now
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| Times change, it’s not enough to say
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| It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago
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| You think it’s not your problem
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| It really doesn’t matter at all
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| Every stone that’s thrown must fall to the ground
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| But you don’t give a thought to where they might come down
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| You are feeding the fire over which you’ll be roasted
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| Anywhere that they don’t speak the same
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| In any place that they don’t think the same
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| You think it’s not your problem
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| No no
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| You think it’s not your problem
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| It really doesn’t matter at all
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| Oh…
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| Maybe it’s not your fate to be a leader of men
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| But you just leave it all to someone else and complain
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| You could be so much stronger, but it really doesn’t matter any longer
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| Cos you’re feeding the fire over which you’ll be roasted
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| Cos you’re feeding the fire over which you’ll be roasted |