Well there's crying in the kitchen
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and there's fighting on the street
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And there's cocaine in the schoolyard
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yet my heart don't miss a beat
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I can't let go, no he can't let go
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And the preacher's on the telly
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and he's handing me the phone
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Got an ulcer in his belly and a torment in his soul
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He can't let go, no he can't let go
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Everybody wants a contribution
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Telling me they've got the best solution
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No one wants the carousel to slowdown
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Seems to me we're heading for a showdown
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And there's poison in the water
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And there's holes up in the sky
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And the children keep on asking
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"Is the planet going to die?"
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We must let go, we must let go
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Got to get fired - it's going to get hot
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We've got to take it higher,
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give it everything we got
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oh - oh, you never know, oh way to go
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Everybody's talking revolution
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Politicians offer no solution
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No one seems to want to face the lowdown
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Seems to me we're heading for a showdown
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Showdown
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| Roger Hodgson |
