| Maybe the world has finally gone so wrong
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| it’s taken all the pleasure out of being right
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| even ordinary things seem so far out of reach
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| that they are almost out of sight
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| so why propose worst case scenarios?
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| they seem to find ways to come true
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| we live in an imperfect world
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| that we must concede
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| and some things are impossible
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| take that as agreed
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| but getting some of what you want
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| and most of what you need?
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| perhaps, perhaps
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| Now that the endless march of bitterness has worn us out
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| it could be time to call a halt
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| sometimes even victims of injustice must admit
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| that something might have been their fault
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| all the same assigning all the blame
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| could take all the time in the world
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| and I don’t have that kind of time, forever is a curse
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| and I don’t want to be the ruler of the universe
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| but staying in a little world that won’t get too much worse?
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| perhaps, perhaps.
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| «A world of our own"sounds so trite
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| but that’s almost all right
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| the way I thought that it would be has vanished in the air
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| and most of it’s impossible, and I don’t really care
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| but reaching out for somebody who’s actually there?
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| perhaps, perhaps. |