| How do I know that those mountains aren’t cardboard?
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| How do I know that the world is round?
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| Why should I know? |
| Just because you’ve told me
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| There’s molten rock underneath my ground
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| How do I know there’s a God in the sky
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| Looking down and hearing me?
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| Why should you say, I can’t love any man
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| Have his children and still be free?
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| Go on voting, striking and fighting
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| Go on searching, hiding and laughing
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| I can’t change you, I can’t even try
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| But let me live like I think I can
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| Then when it’s time for me to say goodbye
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| I’ll have lived just a part of man
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| Go on voting, striking and fighting
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| Go on searching, hiding and laughing
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| I can’t change you, I can’t even try
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| But let me live like I think I can
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| Then when it’s time for me to simply die
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| I’ll have lived just a part of man |