| To overlook a social problem
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| Can’t possibly be true to where we’re from
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| In the absence of a prophecy to call on
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| Don’t look out for number one
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| We all share common land
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| We think we understand
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| What is fair and what is right
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| But when we stand to gain
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| And share the loss throughout the chain
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| A tragedy will then be in our sight
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| We must appeal to the conscience
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| For a way of mutual temperance
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| We need to choose all the constants
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| To avoid a rough consequence
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| Freedom and all self-liberty
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| Are what we stand to lose
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| If we don’t choose the majority
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| This time we need to recognize
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| That history is now
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| There is no future
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| If we don’t compromise
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| In our hands it lies
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| Fouling our own nest so long as we behave as independents
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| Locked into a system in which we all lose
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| We all pollute, in a pursuit, we don’t dispute the values that are questioned
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| Keep the prize we reap, however steep the cost, there’s no need to abuse
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| A standoff that compels us to increase
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| Without limit or means for our release
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| Ruin is the destination to which it leads |
| A declaration that when there’s no seeds to sell
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| We’re left with ourselves
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| Chorus 1 and 2
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| Bridge
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| Who’s to blame for this tragedy?
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| It isn’t me or you which is true paradoxically
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| To accept responsibility for actions that we take will set examples
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| It comes as no surprise
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| In our hands it lies |