| It was only yesterday
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| When I heard the teacher say
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| Patiently, one and two make three
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| We were children, you and me Let us pray for the ones they call
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| The children of today
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| Nothin' left but promises
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| Nothin' much is certain
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| All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord
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| We’re livin' in the glory of your care
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| Skies of blue have all turned brown
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| To the sound of sighin'
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| Lord abide, let us stem the tide
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| Of broken dreams
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| Sometimes you seem to tell us It’s too late for prayin'
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| See the ocean wild and blue
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| Think of all that’s in her
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| She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must
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| They tell us, wise men tell us, it’s too late
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| For each child with eyes that smile
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| There’ll be ten more cryin'
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| Lord abide, let us stem the time
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| Of helplessness
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| But then I guess we’re livin'
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| Is it too late for tryin'?
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| Nothin' here but grains of sand
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| Nothin' much worth savin'
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| Guess we’ve all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share
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| Tomorrow could get better than today
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| To the ones who’ve loved in vain
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| Will ya be beholden
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| Lord abide, let us stem the tide
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| Of broken dreams
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| Sometimes ya seem to tell us It’s too late for prayin' |