| Thinking only of ourselves
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| Books are standing unread on the shelf
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| They’re closed Photos are faded
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| Lying in an old shoe box
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| Tought — stripes which are bound
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| Which pictures germinate
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| But are soon knocked out
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| But are soon knocked out
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| Don’t look back to the past
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| We are running out of time
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| The TV shows pictures
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| Of bombed cities
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| The TV shows pictures
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| Of long forgotten worlds
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| Do you call that human
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| Do you call that truth
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| Do you call that hope
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| Humanity get lost
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| World struggels against it’s fall
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| The last will be the ruins
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| Where humans are rotting
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| Where soldiers are shooting
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| Love one another, don’t fight
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| There’s no end in sight
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| Where humans are rotting
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| Where soldiers are shooting |