| We’re hopelessly confused
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| Wisdom’s had its day
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| No one gets excused
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| And the world is watching you
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| What d’you have to say?
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| What d’you have to do?
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| Some wounded in love
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| And then there’s some covered in blood
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| Now I’ll tell you how I feel
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| I’m lost, feeling second-hand
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| Do you treasure what you steal?
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| Can you tell me where you stand?
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| We have to stand or fall
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| All that we believe
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| It’s right before our eyes
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| But if it rings untrue
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| Turn your back and leave
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| You might fall right through
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| Some lie to make do
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| And maybe that’s your point of view
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| Now I’ll tell you how I feel
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| I’m lost, feeling second-hand
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| Do you treasure what you steal?
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| Can you tell me where you stand?
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| Be still the angel of death
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| Spreading your wings 'cross the sky
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| Preening yourself for success
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| Watching the widows pass by
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| And every bullet that’s shot
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| To every baby that cries
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| And all the things we forgot
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| As we are waving goodbye
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| Now I’ll tell you how I feel
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| I’m lost, feeling second-hand
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| Do you treasure what you steal?
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| Can you tell me where you stand?
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| Now I’ll tell you how I feel
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| I’m lost, feeling second-hand
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| Do you treasure what you steal?
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| Can you tell me where you stand?
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| We’re hopelessly confused
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| Wisdom’s had its day |