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and up above me it's the same old sky |
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be it blue or be it grey |
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and more do i wonder what goes on behind |
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with every passing day |
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the voice of reason is seldom heard |
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but fear and ignorance have their say |
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i need more than ever to hear a kind word |
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with every passing day |
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but the more i see the more i feel the more i need to know for sure |
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what is real every passing day |
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and the more i see the more i feel the more i need to know for sure |
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what is real what is real |
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and from the pavement flowers grow |
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from the shadows children play |
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i'm feeling stronger in my heart i know |
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with every passing day |