| I’ve been going round the world
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| And I’ve been looking for revival
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| Cause what I see it’s critical
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| For all our survival
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| People turning on each other
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| Love is put on the shelf
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| In exchange for some hate
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| And some greed to get wealth
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| The worlds become a crazy place
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| It’s every one for themselves
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| So go and grab all you can get
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| Because it’s gonna run out
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| We’ve been fed that lie so long now
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| We believe without doubt
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| It seems it’s coming to a close before we figure it out
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| How many years will we live this way
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| We just sit back and hope one day
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| That all our cares will go away
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| And that everything will be ok
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| Without any change, we can’t have satisfaction
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| Don’t tell me to relax when you won’t go take any action
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| But even with these problems, I’m the eternal optimist
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| I keep on pushin forward
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| When it hurts, and when I’m sick of it
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| I sit and then I think a bit
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| Get up again and recommit
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| To be a part of something that can bring about some benefit
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| Gotta bring change, from the inside out
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| Gotta stand up, lift our voice and shout
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| Gotta turn it around
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| From the street of the cities, to the government games
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| From the homeless in the shelters to the buildings in flames
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| We gotta turn it around
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| From the prisons filed with people, money runnin the game
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| To the orphans round the world who need a family name
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| We gotta turn it around
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| From the women on the streets, who are looking for love
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| To the junkies who are trapped, tryin to give up the drug
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| We gotta turn it around
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| Have you ever looked outside and didn’t like what you see
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| Or am I the only one who sees the things we could be
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| If we made more effort, then I think you’d agree
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| That we could make the world a better place, a place that is free
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| Life is really what you make of it, you gotta give and take a bit
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| Someone’s always up, and someones always in a pit
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| Someones has too much, and someone dreams of more
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| And someones wondering why they didn’t see this all before
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| And every now and then, something comes to try and keep me down
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| But I keep on movin forward, try again, and rise up from the ground
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| And if I have to man, I’ll even will go another time around
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| Until I finally overcome, no more ties to keep my bound
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| And now I’m walking on sound, with the music as my cover
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| Thought that I was out of tricks, look again, here’s another
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| Even with a thousand crashes, I will rise up from the ashes
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| And do something with my time before my eyes, my life flashes
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| Gotta bring change, from the inside out
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| Gotta stand up, lift our voice and shout
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| Gotta turn it around
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| From the street of the cities, to the government games
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| From the homeless in the shelters to the buildings in flames
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| We gotta turn it around
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| From the prisons filed with people, money runnin the game
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| To the orphans round the world who need a family name
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| We gotta turn it around
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| From the women on the streets, who are looking for love
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| To the junkies who are trapped, tryin to give up the drug
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| We gotta turn it around |