| I woke up the other day
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| To a world completely changed
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| Nothing was the same
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| The weatherman kept calm
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| Joking 'bout the coming storm
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| To pictures of the coast
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| Sunny yet quite cold
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| His story strayed
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| To the people still at home
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| Welcoming the anarchy
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| And the violence within
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| They think we don’t know about it
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| I cracked their code
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| Now the fate of all humanity
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| Hinges on me
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| It’s a question of humanity
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| This old world relies on you and me
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| Finishing my tea
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| Tasting honey-sweet
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| The newsman speaks to me
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| I’m picking up my coat
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| Soon I’m walking out that door
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| He then asks if I’m alone
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| Asks me for my time
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| I’m paralyzed
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| But I tell him that I’m fine
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| And ask him what is on his mind
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| They think we don’t know about it
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| I cracked their code
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| Now the fate of all humanity
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| Hinges on me
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| It’s a question of humanity
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| This old world relies on you and me
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| Now the fate of all humanity
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| Hinges on me
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| It’s a question of humanity
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| This old world relies on you and me
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| Somewhere
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| There’s a doorway to secrets
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| The pathways to wisdom
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| Of pure understanding
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| Somehow
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| We will manage to find this
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| This talon of power
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| The wisdom inside
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| Now the fate of all humanity
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| Hinges on me
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| It’s a question of humanity
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| This old world relies on you and me
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| Now the fate of all humanity
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| Hinges on me
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| It’s a question of humanity
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| This old world relies on you and me
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| You and me
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| You and me
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| You and me |