| I caught a glimpse, a silhouette, across the way
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| No circumstance or unseen glance, could make them stay
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| The big black cars with cherry stars
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| They congregate contemplate most complain of common pain
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| But they don’t really know
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| So I start to say that it’s okay
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| If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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| A Crime, insane well who’s to blame
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| Another hero fades away
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| I hear a knock upon the door
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| From never never land
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| He told the tale of love and pain, and unseen contraband
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| Smoke filled room with peasants believe in Santa Claus
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| From history to present the world goes round and round
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| So I start to say that it’s okay
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| If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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| A Crime, insane well who’s to blame
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| Another hero fades away
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| We see the world with different eyes, in different ways
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| From boys to men we learn to hate, never learn to pray
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| The tired huddled masses they need a Santa Claus
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| You can try and close your eyes and hide
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| But they won’t go away
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| So I start to say that it’s okay
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| If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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| Crime, insane well who’s to blame
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| Another hero fades away
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| Fade away |