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The future lays unwritten |
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By hands that held power in the past |
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Mouths of those who listened |
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Find voices in the words you've lost |
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The cracks that have begun to show |
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Will be the wings on which we soar |
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So pass a tool, prise it open |
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And a pen to write the future now |
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Stone in the water |
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For every move, a consequence |
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Like a ripple to the shore |
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For every choice, can you defend |
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These dreams we've rolled |
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Over again? In our fingers can begin |
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If we seek to live in a |
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Society we wanna create |
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There an opening lies |
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There a hook to hold us |
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There an end that finds |
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A start to reasonings of a new kinds |
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Our minds were enticed first |
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By colors that kept our hearts at bay |
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Then secondly were taught to |
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Compete and not co-operate |
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The ones who possess little are much |
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Less possessed so praise be to a |
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Moderate poverty |
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And everything else is unnecessary |
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There an opening lies |
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There a hook to hold us |
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There an end that finds |
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A start to reasonings of a new kinds |
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There an opening lies |
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There a hook to hold us |
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There an end that finds |
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A start to reasonings of a new kinds |
