| Well I don’t know about inflation
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| Who makes what inflate
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| Each new taste sensation
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| I don’t know why it rates
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| And though in my imagination
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| I’m sure of how I feel
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| My present hesitation
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| Is I’m afraid it’s real
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| Some times these days it’s hard to choose
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| The one right road to go
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| But this then is all I’m sure I know
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| I know when a child is hurting
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| That the silence can be wrong
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| I know that when old folks are helpless
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| I can’t just pass along
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| And I know when someone’s hungry
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| I can’t just sing this song
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| And when I hear somebody crying
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| I can’t just wonder who that it could be
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| Well I hear somebody crying now
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| And it sure sounds like America to me
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| Insecurity can beat me darling
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| But sometimes that’s where I’m at
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| So I hope that you can keep me darling
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| So that at least I can count on that
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| You see some things stir me deeply
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| Though I try to hide from pain
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| But wide awake or sleeping
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| Some questions still remain
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| Sometimes these days it’s hard to choose
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| The one right road to go
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| But this then is all I’m sure I know
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| You see I know when a child is hurting
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| That silence can be wrong
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| And I know that when old folks are helpless
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| I can’t just pass along
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| And I know when someone’s hungry
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| I can’t just sing this song
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| And when I hear somebody crying
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| I can’t just wonder who that it could be
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| And I hear somebody crying now
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| And it sure sounds like America to me
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| Sometimes a simple question
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| Is much better than the truth
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| Sometimes we need our experience
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| Sometimes we need our youth
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| Sometimes the signs pouring out to us
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| That we have lost our way
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| Sometimes the times are times that look
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| An awful lot like today
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| Sometimes these days it’s hard to choose
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| The one right road to go
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| But this then is all I’m sure I know
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| I know when a child is hurting
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| That silence can be wrong
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| I know that when old folks are helpless
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| I can’t just pass along
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| And I know when someone’s hungry
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| I can’t just sing this song
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| And when I hear somebody crying
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| I can’t just wonder who that it could be
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| Well I hear somebody crying now
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| And it sure sounds like America to me |