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Has our conscience shown? |
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Has the sweet breeze blown? |
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Has all kindness gone? |
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Hope still lingers on. |
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I drink myself of newfound pity |
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Sitting alone in New York City |
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And I don't know why. |
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Are we listening? |
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Hymns of offering. |
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Have we eyes to see? |
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Love is gathering. |
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All the words that I've been reading |
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Have now started the act of bleeding |
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Into one. |
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So I walk up on high |
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And I step to the edge |
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To see my world below. |
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And I laugh at myself |
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While the tears roll down. |
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'Cause it's the world I know. |
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It's the world I know. |
