| When there is disappointment
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| A life disjointed, left out here in the rain
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| Ill-affected, misdirected
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| Yet so genuine all the same
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| While there is truth in anger
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| That desperate clamber
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| The progress through the pain
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| Sometimes ideals die and havoc cries
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| As wisdom fall from grace
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| Imagine the impossible
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| Expect the inconceivable
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| Prepare for the deplorable
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| Enforce the indestructible
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| 'Cause it will happen here
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| Every fifty to a hundred years
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| When our hearts grow cold
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| And the fear takes hold
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| It will happen here
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| Every fifty to a hundred years
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| When there is mass confusion
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| Rising delusion escaped from reality
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| Ill-affected, misdirected
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| Yet so genuine all the same
|
| While there is truth in anger
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| That desperate clamber
|
| The progress through the pain
|
| Sometimes ideals die and havoc cries
|
| As wisdom fall from grace
|
| Imagine the impossible
|
| Expect the inconceivable
|
| Prepare for the deplorable
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| Enforce the indestructible |