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ti: Patience |
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ar: George Michael |
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dà jiā hǎo, yòu jiàn miàn le, wǒ shì Shell |
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It' s like a conversation |
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Where no-one stops to breathe |
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Is it my imagination |
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Or did god already leave the table? |
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Such destruction |
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And pure white castles in the sand |
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No time for introduction |
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With all that money changing hands |
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And the satellite says |
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" Take a look at all we have" |
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But the old man says |
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" You want my family, for your liberty. . . i can' t do that. " |
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Look into the eyes of any patient man |
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Whether they be amber, green or blue, |
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There' s a piece of god staring back at you |
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But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves |
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They see our broken women |
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On imaginary shelves |
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But the satellite says, " Won' t you people look at all we have? |
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Don' t you want it? |
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Can' t you see the things that you lack? " |
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Children in his arms, he turns his back. |
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