| As the cosmic clock gears unwind
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| And the solar storms blast through time
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| Like sand carving out the desert landscape
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| It’s changing, rearranging, it’s shifting it’s shape
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| For creation, destruction must always begin
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| To tear away, wear away, become new again
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| And for all of the eons of stardust shine
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| We’re still standing at the starting line
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| Now, the money changers, like always they live
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| On golden thrones 'top the pyramid
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| Merchants of suffering, profiteers of miseries
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| They’re selling you cancer, both cure and disease
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| Selling deception, disruption, distortion
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| Division, derision, stock in private prison
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| They’re selling lies, selling hate
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| But we can stop buying, it isn’t too late
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| We can do better, yes, let’s get together
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| Yes, we can do better, we all can be together
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| We can do better, yes, let’s get together right now
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for?
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| What are we waiting for? |