| Maybe it’s true what they say about it
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| Maybe we can’t make the ends meet
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| Maybe we’ll all have to do without it
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| Maybe this world’s just incomplete
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| Still we all look for truth in our lives
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| Searching from different sides
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| If it’s so hard living in a desperate world
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| But we all do the best that we can
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| Some people dream a change
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| Some will remain the same
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| All of us live their lives
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| Under the gun
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| Some see the road as clear
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| Some say the end is here
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| They say it’s a hopeless fight
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| But I say, I gotta try
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| Maybe there’s too much to think about
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| Maybe there just ain’t nothing left to say
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| But if our time’s really running out
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| Then this is no time to run away
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| 'Cause we’re destined to look for truth in this life
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| Blinded by tearful eyes
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| If it’s no use trying in a desperate world
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| Then tell me, why was I born?
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| Some people see a change
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| Some will remain the same
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| All of us live their lives
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| Under the gun
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| Some see the road as clear
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| Some say the end is here
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| They say it’s a hopeless fight
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| But I say, I gotta try
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| Lonely, living so lonely
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| Is it too late
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| To turn it all around?
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| Some people dream a change
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| Some will remain the same
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| All of us live their lives
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| Under the gun
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| Some see the road as clear
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| Some say the end is here
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| They say it’s a hopeless fight
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| But I say, I gotta try
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| I gotta change
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| The world just remains the same
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| All of us live our lives
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| Under the gun
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| Someone’s sleeping
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| Someone’s giving up
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| Someone’s trying
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| Someone’s crying out
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| Still we live under the gun |