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A memo to a higher office |
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Open letter to the powers that be |
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To a god, a king, a head of state |
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A captain of industry |
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To the movers and the shakers |
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Can't everybody see? |
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It ought to be a second nature |
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I mean the places where we live |
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Let's talk about this sensibly |
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We're not insensitive |
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I know progress has no patience |
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But something's got to give |
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I know you're different |
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You know I'm the same |
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We're both too busy |
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To be taking the blame |
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I'd like some changes |
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But you don't have the time |
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We can't go on thinking |
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It's a victimless crime |
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No one is blameless |
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But we're all without shame |
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We fight the fire |
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While we're feeding the flames |
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Folks have got to make choices |
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And choices got to have voices |
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Folks are basically decent |
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Conventional wisdom would say |
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Well we read about the exceptions |
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In the papers everyday |
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It ought to be second nature |
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At least that's what I feel |
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Now I lay me down in dreamland |
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I know perfect's not for real |
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I thought we might get closer |
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But I'm ready to make a deal |
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Today is different |
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And tomorrow the same |
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It's hard to take the world |
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The way that it came |
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Too many rapids |
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Keep us sweeping along |
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Too many captains |
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Keep on steering us wrong |
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It's hard to take the heat |
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It's hard to lay blame |
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To fight the fire |
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While we're feeding the flames |
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It ought to be second nature |
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At least that's what I feel |
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Now I lay me down in dreamland |
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I know perfect's not for real |
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I thought we might get closer |