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The alarm goes off and you hit the shower first, |
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I make the coffee, it?s a routine we rehearsed, |
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Turn the radio on and it?s wishing us a happy new year, |
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But nothing much has changed here, |
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Another suicide bomb in a market in the Middle East, |
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And the authorities estimate 28 dead at least, |
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Sense soaked with martyrs blood and mothers tears, |
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And nothing much has changed here, |
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And the whole country?s holding those poor miners in it?s prayers, |
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Counting down how long they?ve gone without him, |
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The reporter does his best to sound sincere, |
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But nothing much has changed here, |
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Now there?s a man of god saying something about New Orleans, |
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How the Mississippi river no washed the sinners clean, |
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Oh the righteous pray on ignorance and fear, |
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Oh nothing much has changed here, |
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But there?s a storm comin? up fast, |
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Better lass yourself to the mast, |
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What have all becomes to past, |
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Hope dies last. |
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Politicians pointed fingers like they always do, |
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When there?s a scandal loomin? larger in the rear view, |
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When elections may be closer than they appear, |
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Oh nothing much has changed here, |
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And in the eyes of the president, citizens are enemies, |
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He?d rather talk to Jesus than to anyone who disagrees, |
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With the phones involved in Big Brother is all he hears, |
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Oh nothing much has changed here, |
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And there?s a storm comin? up fast, |
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Better lass yourself to the mast, |
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What have all that comes to past, |
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Hope dies last. |
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Sometimes it?s all that you can do to avert your eyes, |
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If you let too much in, it will leave you paralysed, |
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It?s a world where all your love disappears, |
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So I take you in my arms before you leave for work, |
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I got a love for you so fierce and true it hurts, |
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And you smile at something that I whisper in your ear, |
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Oh nothing much has changed, |
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Baby nothing much has changed, |
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And nothing?s ever gonna change?here. |
