| Hey you cuckoo!
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| See you’re in the paper late today, accused of something
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| And your lips are closed to all of those who know she’s missing
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| Talk abounds she won’t be found alive and that’s a pity
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| I read about all of these crimes. |
| When will it end?
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| Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
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| I’m tired of the insane running things
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| And I won’t stop tryin' for change
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| Seems the town’s ablaze and TV’s live to show it’s burning
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| All the while, the smiling juvenile is seeking mercy
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| I see these crimes all of the time. |
| When will it end?
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| Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
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| I’m tired of the insane running things
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| And I won’t stop tryin' for change
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| We legislate and educate trying to find
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| A way to fix the broken dream
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| Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
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| If this is the youth of tomorrow
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| I’m running the other way
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| Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
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| I’m tired of the insane running things
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| And I won’t stop tryin' for change |