| Look at the powerful people
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| Stealing the sun from the day
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| Wish I could do something about it
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| When all I can do is pray
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| ItЂ™s a lonely afternoon
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| With nowhere to go but my room
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| And sunday when thereЂ™s time
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| I think of these things on my mind
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| And I donЂ™t know
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| Where I will go
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| Look at the ominous people
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| Draining the salt from the sea
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| Wish I could just stand up and shout it
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| Why canЂ™t they let goodness be
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| Oh itЂ™s a lonely afternoon
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| With nowhere to go but my room
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| And some day when thereЂ™s time
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| I think of these things on my mind
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| And I donЂ™t know
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| Where I will go
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| Come on you world wonЂ™t you give a damn
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| Turn on some lights and see this garbage can
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| Time is the essence if we plan to stay
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| Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home
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| Wish I could just stand up and shout it
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| Why canЂ™t they let goodness be
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| Oh itЂ™s a lonely afternoon
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| With nowhere to go but my room
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| And sunday when thereЂ™s time
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| I think of these things on my mind
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| Oh and monday thereЂ™s no time
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| So I close both my eyes and IЂ™m blind
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| And I donЂ™t care where oh where is my prayer |