| Considering
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| So many folks, dissatisfied with everything,
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| Who need someone to understand they’re lonely, they’re lonely,
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| And they’re not alone.
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| And everywhere
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| They shrug their shoulders, tell themselves that they don’t care,
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| And all the while they make believe they’re happy, oh they’re happy,
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| But not really.
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| And they’re asked to hold the world together,
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| Make it happen, give it children,
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| Who in turn are turning on to going nowhere.
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| And all the strength they’d ever need to help them
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| Has been wasted, remains hidden,
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| In the confusion of going nowhere.
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| And who am I To criticize the world that I have grown up in.
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| Most of you would tell me that I’m crazy, yes I’m crazy,
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| I can’t help it.
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| I understand
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| That where you are is where you’ve been so many years,
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| And things that tend to change you, tend to hurt you, yes they hurt you,
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| Very deeply.
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| And still you try to hold the world together,
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| Make it happen, give it children
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| Who in turn are turning on to going nowhere.
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| And all the strength they’d ever need to help them
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| Has been wasted, remains hidden,
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| In the confusion of going nowhere,
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| Going nowhere,
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| Going, going, going nowhere,
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| Going nowhere. |