| I have been born in the age of thoughtlessness
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| I too commit the crime
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| Of living in this world considering all to be mine
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| The earth, the air, the sun, the trees
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| Like a body all work in perfect harmony
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| Will we fit into the system or create the disease?
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| Our greatest wealth it has been lost
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| I’d like to get it back at any cost
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| We dare live in this world with no appreciation
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| Appreciate, it’s getting late
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| We’ve sealed our fate with all the damage that has been done
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| So much destruction so a few can have some fun
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| And I contemplate and then I dedicate
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| To getting myself out of this pathetic state
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| Of living without giving in a world
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| Where we’re forced to become so numb
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| Our greatest wealth it has been lost
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| I’d like to get it back at any cost
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| We dare live in this world with no appreciation
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| And despite all say I get carried away
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| I took for granted it’s easier not to think than to appreciate
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| And my cultures disease has got the best of me
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| And now I pray, I pray that it’s not too late
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| Appreciation
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| Appreciation
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| Get it back |