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Hey you cuckoo! |
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See you're in the paper late today, accused of something,and your lips are closed to all of those who know she's missing. |
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Talk abounds she won't be found alive and that's a pity. |
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I read about all of these crimes. |
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When will it end? |
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Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way. |
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I'm tired of the insane running things,and |
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I won't stop tryin' for change. |
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Seems the town's ablaze and |
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TV's live to show it's burning. |
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All the while, the smiling juvenile is seeking mercy. |
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I see these crimes all of the time. |
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When will it end? |
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Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way. |
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I'm tired of the insane running things,and |
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I won't stop tryin' for change. |
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We legislate and educate trying to finda way to fix the broken dream. |
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Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way. |
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If this is the youth of tomorrow, |
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I'm running the other way. |
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Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way. |
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I'm tired of the insane running things,and |
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I won't stop tryin' for change. |