| Is there anybody left to save
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| Or just vultures watching over me?
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| I’d like to think that we will be okay
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| But hate won’t lose its hunger until it drags us under
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| I’m left to wonder:
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| What kind of world would that be?
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| Where greed and anger fill their eyes
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| Where people can’t find compromise?
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| What kind of world would that be?
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| If love fades and hope dies, we’ll never make it out alive
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| Tell me, what kind of world would that be?
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| I look around at all I see: blank faces scarred by apathy
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| They say the world has changed as they regurgitate
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| Until the darkness takes me, I’ll fight for better days
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| It’s safe to say I’ve found my place. |
| I’ve found a better way |