| Have you ever had that feeling — alone and detached?
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| Surrounded by people but hopeless and trapped?
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| Now that you’re grown up her moments have past
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| You’re feeling paranoid like to show love’s an act
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| You don’t trust the facts but fiction has stopped
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| Imagination is a picture that’s lost
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| Life here’s removed from the mystery of God
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| Where men rule the land and they’re scripting the plot
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| With fists in a knot — they’re claiming the power
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| Rule and divide — lives claimed and devoured
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| Tainting the landscape — making us sour
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| A mind goes insane every hour
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| Fame can arouse us — celebrity status
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| I hide behind make-up neglecting my neighbours
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| People are dangerous: it’s pressed in the papers
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| We pass the blame but society shapes us
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| We don’t trust each other but hate is our friend
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| I log into posts from the racism trend
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| News feeds of children that pray for the end
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| To violence, corruption and waiting for men
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| To wake up and sense that there’s got to be more
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| More to the misery and option of war
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| There’s got to be more but it’s hard to envision
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| We turn off television
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| Choose not to listen and silence the sound
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| Create our own drama with nights on the town
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| And we hide in the crowds
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| Virtually connected — our minds in the clouds
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| I’m writing for now as a means of escape
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| A break from the things that might keep me in shape
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| Society says to succeed and be great
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| It’s all about looks and the upkeep of taste
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| When I was young I thought trust was easy
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| But no-one trusts me — I’m on CCTV
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| I can’t trust you: can you believe me?
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| Can I trust what society teach me?
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| I can dream free but awake I’m not
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| Anyway — who really makes the plot?
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| I heard our pay’s been chopped and even wages stopped
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| They said we made a loss, but maybe not
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| Maybe what we’ve heard is just an edit
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| A segment of the story as they tell it
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| Something’s missing but we continue
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| And blame each other for the mess we got into
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| Who can we trust? |
| Who can I trust?
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| Is it them? |
| Is it me? |
| Is it us?
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| Am I alone — is there someone above?
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| Or should the stars on the ground be enough?
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above where the skies sit?
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| What is trust — how do we define it?
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| Where is trust in a world that’s divided?
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| Whose to trust — is it love that decides it?
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| Do we put trust above |