Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention
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just quieten down for a voice in the crowd.
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I get so confused I don't understand
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I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
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but you don't get the chance, just a voice in the crowd.
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I don't know the score anymore; it's not clear anymore
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I can't tell right from wrong anymore; I just don't understand.
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I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
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like changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold.
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When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys die
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at the time just a little white lie
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it was one of the first but it hurt me the most
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and the truth stung like tears in my eye
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that even the good guys must die
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there's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
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even now it still makes me cry.
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If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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just a little helping hand just a little understanding
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just some answers to the questions that surround me now.
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If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
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just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
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I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
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where nothing here is ever what it seems
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you stand so close but you never understand it
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for all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind?
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And you sit there and talk revolution
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but can you tell me just who's in command?
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when you tell me the forces we are fighting
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then I'll gladly join and make plans
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but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
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and our voices are gagged by our greed
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our minds are harnessed by knowledge
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by the hill and the will to succeed
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and if that's not what you believe
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would you let me know I'm not standing alone
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that I'm not just a voice in the crowd
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If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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just a little helping hand just a little understanding
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just a little understanding to the questions that I'm asking you
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If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
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just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
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just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
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I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
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where nothing here is ever what it seems
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I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
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that preside over our minds and our lives
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when they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
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Day by day it's getting louder
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and day by day it's getting stronger
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but when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,
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I listen to the crowd.
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(And the boy stood, and stared at the hill. And the hill stared back)
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Vigil
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