| So the seeds that you once planted now are growin'
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| And you’re not so sure you like the fruit you taste
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| Well, it’s never too late to change
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| And there’s a whole world to rearrange
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| But I don’t believe we have much time to waste
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| I have heard you
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| Cryin' out for freedom but the world won’t hear
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| It keeps rollin' on
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| Makin' you a slave to everything you fear
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| Too many voices, not enough ears
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| Too little love, too many fears
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| Leavin' you with chains around your choice
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| Mmm, someone else is speakin' with your voice
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| Whoa, the seeds that you once planted now are growin'
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| And you’re not so sure you like the fruit you taste
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| Well, it’s never too late to change
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| And there’s a whole world to rearrange
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| But I don’t believe we have much time to waste
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| I have seen you
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| Spend a lifetime savin' for a rainy day
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| And when it gets here
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| You just sit and cry and wonder why it is that way
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| Well, there are freer people locked up in a prison
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| 'Cause freedom starts, baby, when your mind has risen
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| Above the things that bind you to the earth
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| And past the ones computin' what you’re worth
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| So seeds that you once planted now are growin'
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| And you’re not so sure you like the fruit you taste
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| Well, it’s never too late to change
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| And there’s a whole world to rearrange
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| But I don’t believe we have much time to waste |