| The world
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| The world
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| It’s your world—world—world
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| The world
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| It’s your—yours
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| The world
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| It’s your world, it’s yours
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| The world
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| World, it’s your-your-your world
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| Seventy percent water, thirty percent land
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| Fifty-two percent woman, forty-eight percent man
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| It’s a given, it’s humble, it’s ego-driven
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| It’s a mother hustler, it’s a troubled ecosystem
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| Ayo, it’s heavy, it’s weightless, it’s deadly and it hates us
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| suffocated by the tryna make it pay us it’s own
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| Six-and-a-half billion human inhabitants
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| Usually ravenous, consuming everything this planet is
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| Something I try to say before it hibernates
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| It’s wide awake while you hide in cyberspace
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| It’s the yin, it’s the yang, it’s grateful and it’s bratty
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| It’s a big, it’s a bang, it’s tasteful and it’s tacky
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| It’s madly in love, it’s more than a clever poem
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| It’s all of the above, plus all I’ve ever known
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| It’s the victories that have rewritten history
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| But two thirds can’t read it 'cause they lack the literacy
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| The world
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| It’s your world-world, your, yours
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| The world
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| It’s your, yours
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| The world
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| It’s your world, it’s your-yours
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| The world
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| It’s your-your-your world
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| Has the world begun to rise?
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| Has the world begun to rise?
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| If I have to sum it all up, it’s the sum of all parts
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| It’s the love that pumps through some of your hearts
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| It’s a cold place, promise by the time that I’m done
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| I’ma donate something that can brighten it up
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| Live from the third rock as it shifts and it rotates
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| We know better, but there’s things that we won’t change
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| There’s no way we’re givin' up our cars or our tellies
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| While the other half starves, no carbs for their bellies, I
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| Guess we shoulda listened to a chief in his teepee
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| Who said what we need is the shade from the trees' leaves
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| But we’ve endangered the species
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| And in the future, I can’t blame peeps if they see me
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| As a murderer, they’ll pro’bly be cursin' us
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| For pollution the air with all this shit that we’re burning up
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| Times are turbulent, that’s why I’m tryna make a change
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| 'Fore this whole place fades to grey, that’s what I’m saying, it’s the world
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| The world
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| It’s your world-world, your, yours
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| The world
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| It’s your, yours
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| The world
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| It’s your world, it’s your-yours
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| The world
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| It’s your-your-your world
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| Has the world begun to rise?
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| Has the world… |