| Don’t hate my brother, God is our friend
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| I’ve walked for miles and I see no end
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| To the hate, oh, to the hate
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| And we just, sit and wait on
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| All we need is love
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| Who’s gonna save the dying man from his hunger?
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| Who’s gonna take from the rich
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| And give to the ones who never had a chance?
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| Who’s gonna wipe the tears?
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| Are we ever gonna overcome the fear?
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| We’ve got a battle
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| Who can save the world, my friend?
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| All we need is love
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| And now I’m just 18 in the summer
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| The world is hot as hell as the devil walks up my street
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| And I’m out on my Georgia porch
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| Scorching the board with the pen
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| My hand has been forced
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| We’re meant to be tools of God
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| But instead we cop us a Porsche
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| Temperature rising, money disguise the fact
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| That we need to discover love in the earth and sky and beyond
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| Love is what’s missin', love don’t live here no more
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| Dear America, please listen, that sound will open the door
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| To new reality, palpable types of fallacy
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| Live my life young and reckless
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| But keep that shit on the balance beam
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| What do you love? |
| Find it, let it consume you
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| Deserve it after the things you’ve endure, I know that your pupils
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| Have seen hell twisted over and backwards
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| Soon as we learn to speak we begin our career as actors
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| Always agreeing with things we’re told to believe in
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| Time is repeatin', somebody knows what is needed |