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So we're lookin' out on the world and what do we see |
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Another screen full of horror, another atrocity, |
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What can I do as simple man who wants to make a difference, |
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Wants to do what he can, not just talk about it. |
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Stone drops in a pond, stirs the sediment, sends ripples, to the edge of the world, |
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A teenage boy with a rubber band around his arm, finds a vein and a back road into the dark and stops the pain. |
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Another chance, another day to mend, to change, to start again |
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A young woman with a deadly belt around her waist, |
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Steps on the bus with no regret for her life and the lives she will take, |
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A leader in the rapture of his absolute right will not connect with a young man wrapped in the flag, in a black bag. |
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Voice raised in a room of silence, conquers fear, takes action, starts the journey, starts the journey |
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Baby born with an open mind and a trusting face has no regard for distinction, says to have hope is to be human |
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Another chance, another day to mend, to change, to start again |
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Another chance, another day |
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Another chance, another day |
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to mend, to change, to start again |
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Another chance, another day |
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Another chance, another day |
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to mend, to change, to start again |
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Another chance, another day to mend, to change, to start again |