(J.Fluitsma/E. van Tijn/F.Pels/
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English lyrics: P. Phiillps Oland)
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Publishing Warner Basart Direct
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everybody's talking
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and fighting to be heard
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no-one listens anymore, So no-one hears a word
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we eat our breakfast, work all day
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hide inside our houses
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the center of the universe is getting pretty
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crowded
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we dream our dreams and cry our tears
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look for easy answers
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hate what we don't understand, and run from
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what connects us
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seven billion people
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living on a little planet
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wonder what we're doing here
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but who can understand it
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seven billion people
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looking for a revelation
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could be life's a journey
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and not a destination
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we agitate and demonstrate
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just too many causes
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pol-ti-cally so correct, sometimes we grasp
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at straws
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we fight our tears and in the end
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does anything get clearer?
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we learn to see what life could be -Iookin' in
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a rear-view mirror
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love and hate are easy lies
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everybody uses
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it's hard to lose the things we prize if everyone
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refuses
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seven billion people
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living on a little planet
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wonder what we're doing here
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but who can understand it
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seven billion people
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looking for a revelation
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could be life's a journey
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and not a destination
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7 BILLION PEOPLE
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| Engelbert Humperdinck |
