| I used to be indecisive
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| But now… I’m not so sure
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| There’s little sign of feeling
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| When you look into their eyes.
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| The politicians sighing, that —
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| «nothing's going wrong in our world tonight —
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| nothing… (we don’t understand)»
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| There’s no point in speaking —
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| «help me if you can»
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| Is this a retribution
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| to compensate for a lack of understanding.
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| I think we should pretend
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| that nothing’s going wrong in our world tonight,
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| nothing — (we don’t understand)
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| & I’m doing the best that I can.
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| Am I locked up forever, in a picture of despair,
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| I’ve put my spirit on to paper & into words
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| I’ve opened my eyes & I’ve realised
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| — who I really am.
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| I thought I loved you, but I think I must be wrong
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| There’s another feeling in my heart
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| This sense of pride, is silencing my sorrow,
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| I find it hard to come alive
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| when I’m hollowed out —
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| from the inside: — |