| Every day that goes by
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| A new hungry baby starts to cry
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| Born astride a painful grave
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| Drowned in hunger’s tidal wave
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| Pick a child that you can save
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| It’d be the only one
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| If africa escapes starvation
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| Not only food but education
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| The desert grows with every minute
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| Trapping everybody in it
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| All the children look the same
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| They wonder why they came
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| But it’s hard to tell the poison from the cure
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| It’s harder still to know the reason why, why, why
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| The only thing i really know for sure
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| Is that another day, another day’s gone by
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| Every day that goes by
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| A brand new missile points towards the sky
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| We’re survivors of a game of chance
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| Beneath an arms race avalanche
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| If you survive this winter’s cold
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| You’d be the only one
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| If we escape annihilation
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| Not only hope but education
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| The world is ruled by bellophiles
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| Adding to their weapon piles
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| Imagine what your taxes buy
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| We hardly ever try
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| That this too solid flesh
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| Would melt and resolve into a dew
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| Suffocating lassitude
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| Drowning in my platitude
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| Trapped by insecurities
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| I’m not the only one
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| If i survive this dislocation
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| Have to use my education
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| Chief of inactivity
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| Wasted creativity
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| Distances our revolution
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| Silence is consent |