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How can you stay content? |
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Around you the world laments, |
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Resources are nearly spent; |
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Demanding sensation, neglecting the strain, |
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Imagination concealing the pain. |
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How will the race survive? |
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When passion has been denied? |
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Disorder has surely thrived |
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Creating the gurus who lead you astray, |
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Infatuation has no place today. |
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Don't say that tomorrow can't wait, |
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You can only debate |
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On the rightness of being "wholesome" |
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But nebulous notions contain no depth, |
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When right means left, |
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We fall through the clouds |
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You talk of expanding the mind, |
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Now thought is refined, |
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And there's room to explore your freedom. |
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But somewhere inside you a small boy cries, |
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Controlled by lies, |
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Are dreams made of this? |
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How can we stay content? |
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Around us the world laments, |
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Resources are nearly spent; |
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I spoke of forgiveness, my heart full of pride, |
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Humiliation can turn back the tide. |
