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Once upon a time in a city made of gold |
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Streets were full of dreams |
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The air was full of hope |
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But somewhere in the midnight |
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Beneath the crooked moon |
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The children stopped believin' |
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So the flowers never bloomed |
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The elders lost their sanity |
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Mothers lost their smiles |
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Fathers chased the money got one too many miles |
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Water turned to whiskey |
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The visionaries, blind |
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While the people in the picture box |
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Were poisoning their minds - their minds, their minds |
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Let's burn this bridge and ride this river to another town |
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Hold up a holy flame |
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To all the rain that's pourin' down |
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Well hatred is the seed |
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The Devil planted in the ground |
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Our beating hearts are singin' now |
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For love to turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Let's dust off all the rust |
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It starts from diamonds on the sea |
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Ring the bells in the cathedrals |
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Rejoice for what's redeemed |
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Let's lock and load with truth |
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And blow up the lies |
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All of us are guilty, we have no alibi |
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Let's burn this bridge and ride this river to another town |
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Hold up a holy flame |
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To all the rain that's pourin' down |
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Well hatred is the seed |
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The Devil planted in the ground |
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Our beatin' hearts are singin' now |
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For love to turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Woah turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Woah turn this world around |
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Woah turn this world around |
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Let's burn this bridge and ride this river to another town |
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Hold up the holy flame |
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To all the rain that's pourin' down |
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Well hatred is the seed |
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The Devil planted in the ground |
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Our beatin' hearts are singin' out - singin' out |
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Our beatin' hearts are singin' out |
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For love to turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Turn this world around |
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Oh turn this world around |
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Oh |
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Woah, turn this world around |
