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I sat in my room |
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So dismal and blue |
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Feeling that I can communicate |
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With you |
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So I picked up my thoughts |
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Picked up paper and pen |
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I know there are causes to defend |
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Now everybody stand up |
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Let's spread these words |
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Around the neighborhood |
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Return to the source all isn't lost |
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Now the world is changing |
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Beyond recognition |
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And it's not too late |
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Don't seal your fate |
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With radiation |
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With pollution |
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And all that confusion |
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It's not too late |
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For making a new world |
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It's not too late |
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For making a better world |
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It's not too late |
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Oooh ou oooh |