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I picture all the things that I have seen |
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All the broken hearts and tainted memories |
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And all I see are all these needs |
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I'm tired of my selfish tragedies |
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It's time that we show |
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The hope that we all know |
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And take just a little time |
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To give your hands, see the world |
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And take just a little time |
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And try to understand |
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That there's more going on |
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Than what these eyes can see |
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I came across this torn down empty street |
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How helpless that I felt this burning urgency |
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And all I see in front of me |
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Are faces fading from this vacant scene |
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It's time that we show |
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The hope that we all know |
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And take just a little time |
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To give your hands, see the world |
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And take just a little time |
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And try to understand |
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I know it all seems complicated |
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There's nothing more that could be stated |
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Now is the time to kneel |
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Reaching out for what is real |
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Many times I've hesitated |
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How much I feel my heart is aching now, oh, now |
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And take just a little time |
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To give your hands |
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Take just a little time |
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To give your hands, see the world |
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And take just a little time |
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And try to understand |
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That there's more going on |
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Than what these eyes can see |
