| Another crash
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| Some flashes pass me by
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| I grab my cash
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| Ten thousand people died
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| I pack my things, turn off the TV, then I run
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| My cab is waiting outside
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| Refugees hide
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| I tell him where to go
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| War is near by
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| It’s on the radio
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| No turning back
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| Were out of time is all I say
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| Bad traffic today
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| Chorus I
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| Sometimes I wonder if I should have known better
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| That I allow myself to live this way
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| We’re denying all that really matters
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| I am ashamed of the world today
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| So ashamed to say that we should know better
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| A girl walks by
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| Came here to build her life
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| She’s got no rights
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| Her heart is paralised
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| Her chances gone
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| I hope she didn’t hear me say
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| It’s a beautiful day
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| Chorus I
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| mid 8
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| It’s so ironic when we talk about faith
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| To clear our conscience, try to compensate
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| For what is said and done
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| But we just go on
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| So ashamed to say that we should know better
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| Chorus II
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| Sometimes I wonder if we should have known better
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| That we allow ourselves to live this way
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| We’re denying all that really matters
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| I am ashamed of the world today
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| So ashamed to say that we should know better |