| The word’s out on the street
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| Around everyone you meet
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| «Things are not the way they used to be»
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| There’s a feeling in the air
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| A dark cloud of despair
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| That hides our hearts
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| And blinds our eyes to see
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| They say that it’s a shame
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| That all we do is blame
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| And never treat ourselves with dignity
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| What would we do
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| Without a hand to hold onto
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| With no one to call out to
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| What if we could
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| Behave like sisters and brothers
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| Like the good book says we should
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| It’s time, time, time
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| We try so hard to find
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| But time has no mercy on me
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| Just take a look at love
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| On the wings of a dove
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| Gives us everything we want for free
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| What will you say or do
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| When a child asks of you
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| What kind of world have you left here for me?
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| Too many sleepless nights
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| Too many questions why
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| This is not the way it’s supposed to be
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| What happened to
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| The land, the trees and the rivers
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| Some have now all gone away
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| What happens if
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| We see them as sisters and brothers
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| Like the good Lord says we should
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| It’s time, time, time
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| We try so hard to find
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| But time has no mercy on me
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| Just take a look at love
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| On the wings of a dove
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| Gives us everything we want for free
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| There’s a word on the street
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| From everyone you meet
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| Peace is the only way for us to be
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| There’s a feeling in the air
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| Do away with this despair
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| Let’s hear our hearts
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| And open our eyes to see
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| What would we do
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| Without a hand to hold onto
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| With no one to call out to
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| What if we could
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| Behave like sisters and brothers
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| Like the good book says we should
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| It’s time, time, time
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| We try so hard to find
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| But time has no mercy on me
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| Just take a look at love
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| On the wings of a dove
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| Gives us everything we want for free
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| It’s time, time, time
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| We try so hard to find
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| But time has no mercy on me
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| Just take a look at love
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| On the wings of a dove
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| Gives us everything we want for free |