I walked down to the park where I once played
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The trees have been uprooted
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No grass, just brick, a factory
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And a stench that fills the air
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And the stream nearby
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Where we laughed and cried
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Has sadly been polluted
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I stand stunned, my body is numb
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Nobody seems to care
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CRISIS OF MAN-Crisis of a generation
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CRISIS OF MAN-degeneration
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I walked to the church in the village green
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The church it seemed deserted
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The shiny mall, it attracts us all
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It's the center of our town
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Outside look around, it's upside down
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It seems so perverted
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Technology-has it made us free?
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What we found?
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CRISIS OF MAN-Crisis of a generation
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CRISIS OF MAN-degeneration
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We are disenchanted with our situation
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And disenchanted with our modern dream
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Yeah, disenchanted with our generation
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Now's the time for us to intervene
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Crisis Of Man
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| Better Than A Thousand |
