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Once there was confidence but now there is fear |
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Once there was laughter but now only tears |
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Once there were reasons for our optimism |
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But now we're all drowning in a sea of cynicism |
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But I hope and |
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I pray in my own naive way |
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That one day we can reach some sort of understanding |
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Try a little more sharing |
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Yry a little more giving |
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Might find a sense of belonging |
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Might find a sense of belonging |
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And I know you think |
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I'm young and naive |
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Because I go on |
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CND marches, well that's my decision |
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I think that you're the one who's naive |
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If you believe all the things you see on television |
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It's all propaganda and like a fool you accept it |
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And like a fool you ignore it |
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Why don't you try and stop it |
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To try and find a sense of belonging |
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I know you watch "World In Action" and "Panorama" |
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And to you it's just another soap opera drama, it can't happen here |
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Have a nice cup of tea and we'll all stay calm |
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And we'll come to no harm in our nice warm underground shelters |
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There'll be helter skelter |
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There'll be babies dying, you'll hear their mothers crying |
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I've seen the devil smiling, |
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I've seen the devil smiling |
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Try to find a sense of belonging |
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A sense of belonging |
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And you laugh and make jokes about what you will do |
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When the button is pressed and we hear the four minute warning |
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And if you think it's funny now wait 'till the bomb goes off |
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You'll all be in fucking hysterics |
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You'll see babies dying, you'll hear mothers crying |
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I'm only asking for one thing |
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Just want a sense of belonging |
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No more weapons and no more wars |
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No more violence |
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What's it all for anyway? |
