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This human condition in front of my face, on my mind, |
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Sun comes up all the time, |
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Every day again to see this human condition in front of me. |
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Is there a place to hide? |
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Is every stone unturned? |
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Is nothing left to be revealed until the fires burn? |
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Walk this road each day, |
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Hammer a rock just like the rest, |
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Kiss the hurts of neighbour children, |
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Watch a robin in its nest, |
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Am I ever to be free of this human condition in front of me? |
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This human condition in front of my face, on my mind, |
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Sun comes up all the time, |
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Every day again to see this human condition in front of me. |
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Is there a turn to make? |
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Does it matter anymore? |
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Is there something in our history that causes all the war? |
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I read about good and bad, |
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I see the faces on the screen, |
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Hear that talk is even cheaper now; I can see just what they mean, |
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Am I ever to be free of this human condition in front of me? |
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This human condition in front of my face, on my mind, |
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Sun comes up all the time, |
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Every day again to see this human condition in front of me. |
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This human condition, |
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Oh, this human condition, |
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(fade) |
