| There is hope and there is vision
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| Angry looks pass me by
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| Cradled in your indecision
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| I really wonder, wonder why
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| Havoc man awaiting covered in a gabardine
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| Invasion of my privacy, described it as obscene
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| We judge, decide, and then we form conclusions of our own
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| When all I want is a quiet life and to be left alone
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| There is hope and there is vision
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| Angry looks pass me by
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| Cradled in your indecision
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| I really wonder, wonder why
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| By and large it’s useless, I cut across the grain
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| The blood runs in the gutter, spills slowly in the drain
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| Take all you have, do not give in, responsible to me
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| Hide your face, your hands, your brains, I want to set you free
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| There is hope and there is vision
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| Angry looks pass me by
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| Cradled in your indecision
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| I really wonder, wonder why |