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let's read all the books that have been sitting on the shelf |
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take all the promises and keep them for ourselves |
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face the so called music when it's staring back at you |
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tell all the others, the the masses, tell the few |
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tell all the others, tell the few |
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let's break out of history and stand still for a while |
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try to make some sense of this and smile, smile, smile |
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do you hear the future out there knocking on the door |
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hand in hand with progress, they are coming in for sure |
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it's your turn to open up the door |
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tell me why, why, why you're so sad |
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tell me why, why, why you'd be better off alone |
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tell me who you are and where you've been along the road |
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tell me all the stories from your troubled episodes |
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what of all the junkies with a life that's gone so wrong |
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what of all the prisoners that sing their jailbird song |
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and will the choir sing along |
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if the weather keeps on changing will it turn back from the worse |
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made a promise to the people in the shadow of our thirst |
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the rain fills up the gutters and the wind blows down this town |
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get yourself right out of there before you start to drown |
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and take the high road out of town |
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tell me why, why, why you're so sad |
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tell me why, why, why you'd be better off alone |
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what has happened to the round table and |
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who turned out the lights |
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we've been sitting in the dark here, |
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we've been hanging from the heights |
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the hungriest of wolves will never satisfy their fill |
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the working man will never have a house up on the hill |
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there's a gator in the backyard looking for a meal |
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a thief inside the house looking for a heart to steal |
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this can't be washed with a pill |
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do you believe the president and men that tell his lies |
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there's something in the tonic that is blurring out our eyes |
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the enemies are laughing as the allied forces cry |
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no one wins a battle when your son or brother dies |
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the only way to truly win is keep your dreams alive |
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rats get fat while good men die |
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it's up to us to turn the tide |
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tell me why, why, why you're so sad |
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tell me why, why, why you'd be better off alone |
