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Well I see too much and I hear too much |
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And I've said too much. It's in my head too much. |
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Give me a flag to fly for something natural, |
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Call it an act of God. I'll be charitable. |
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Here we go again, they're talking about a new war. |
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We forgot they never even gave an answer |
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To why we had the last one, plenty more that we can blast on. |
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(Switch off) I'm going the pub, I'm turning this off. |
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There's strangers to save in the airwaves. |
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(Now they're in your home, pledge your money on the phone.) |
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There's hands out to me on TV. |
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(Tonight then we can leave the reasons all alone.) |
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Another mass appeal, (It's another million dead.) |
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Another frozen meal. |
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Me, me, me, me. |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.) |
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If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused, |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.) |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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It's the mess we make, when will we ever give what we take? |
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While we're reading about their health. |
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Yeah, we're scheming about their wealth. |
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Are we thinking about ourselves? |
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Such a fashion for narcissistic compassion. |
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There's strangers to save in the airwaves. |
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(Why the poorest ones contributing all the funds?) |
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There's hands out to me on TV. |
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(Powers that be are spending more than that on guns.) |
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The latest tragedy (Such generosity) |
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That's deemed to be worthy. |
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Me, me, me... |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.) |
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If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused, |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.) |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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It's the mess we make, when will we give what we take? |
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And ask ourselves why we only |
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Do something if it's not tragedy we planned? |
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So really we do nothing and there's blood on all our hands. |
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If we just keep giving, questions to the back of our minds |
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We'll live out our life in the kingdom of the blind. |
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Ten years flew by with the world still out of sight and out of mind. |
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Pushing death aside, half a million black faces hide |
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Under every tear we ever cried over our princess when she died. |
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Guess genocide was never priority for our modern media |
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When they were fuelling the fire for this schizophrenia |
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So we don't blame it upon ourselves, upon ourselves. |
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Self, self, self... |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.) |
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If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused, |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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Woah. |
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But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.) |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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It's the mess we make, when will we ever give what we take? |
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We're talking a disaster. |
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We hold the reigns. We're talking a disaster. |
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We're talking a disaster. |