| So how long had you gone
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| Before you realized your maps were wrong?
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| You’re turning up in places
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| Where you don’t belong
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| And the walls have something to hide
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| Well i could be way over there in a minute
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| If i had enough strength bear and grin it
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| If the measure of the match was fair
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| Then you’d win it
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| But you’re bound to lose
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| Well It doesn’t take a miracle
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| Or a natural disaster
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| To live in the world that you’re after
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| The change is gonna happen to you
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| Well it hardly seems worth the time you spend complaining
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| If you’re bitching at a world full of people
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| And explaining yourself
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| And how their life could be so much better
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| If yous ain’t so good
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| Well i can leave it all up to the presidents
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| Relying on the people
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| To believe false evidence
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| You could fight your way into a permanent residence
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| In the big house, with free food, but no trees
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| It doesn’t take a miracle
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| Or a natural disaster
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| To live in the world that you’re after
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| The change is gonna happen to you
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| It doesn’t take a miracle
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| Or a natural disaster
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| To live in the world that you’re after
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| The change is gonna happen to you
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| I could my voice out across a great loud speaker
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| And attempt to give strength to the folks feeling weaker
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| Yeah you could call yourself
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| A genuine truthseeker
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| But watch out because it might be found
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| It’s kinda hard cause things ain’t what they seem
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| But it sure feels good to row gently down the stream
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| And it all makes sense, life is but a dream
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| So go merrily, go merrily, yeah
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| It doesn’t take a miracle
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| Or a natural disaster
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| To live in the world that you’re after
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| The change is gonna happen to you
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| Yea, it doesn’t take a miracle
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| Or a natural disaster
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| To live in the world that you’re after
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| The change is gonna happen to you
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| Change is gonna happen to you
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| So how long had you gone
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| Before you realized your maps were wrong?
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| You’re turning up in places
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| Where you don’t belong
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| And everybody’s got something to hide |