Well I don't know about inflation
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Who makes what inflate
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Each new taste sensation
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I don't know why it rates
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And though in my imagination
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I'm sure of how I feel
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My present hesitation
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Is I'm afraid it's real
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Some times these days it's hard to choose
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The one right road to go
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But this then is all I'm sure I know
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I know when a child is hurting
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That the silence can be wrong
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I know that when old folks are helpless
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I can't just pass along
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And I know when someone's hungry
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I can't just sing this song
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And when I hear somebody crying
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I can't just wonder who that it could be
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Well I hear somebody crying now
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And it sure sounds like America to me
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Insecurity can beat me darling
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But sometimes that's where I'm at
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So I hope that you can keep me darling
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So that at least I can count on that
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You see some things stir me deeply
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Though I try to hide from pain
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But wide awake or sleeping
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Some questions still remain
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Sometimes these days it's hard to choose
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The one right road to go
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But this then is all I'm sure I know
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You see I know when a child is hurting
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That silence can be wrong
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And I know that when old folks are helpless
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I can't just pass along
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And I know when someone's hungry
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I can't just sing this song
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And when I hear somebody crying
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I can't just wonder who that it could be
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And I hear somebody crying now
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And it sure sounds like America to me
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Sometimes a simple question
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Is much better than the truth
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Sometimes we need our experience
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Sometimes we need our youth
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Sometimes the signs pouring out to us
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That we have lost our way
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Sometimes the times are times that look
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An awful lot like today
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Sometimes these days it's hard to choose
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The one right road to go
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But this then is all I'm sure I know
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I know when a child is hurting
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That silence can be wrong
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I know that when old folks are helpless
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I can't just pass along
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And I know when someone's hungry
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I can't just sing this song
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And when I hear somebody crying
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I can't just wonder who that it could be
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Well I hear somebody crying now
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And it sure sounds like America to me
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Sounds Like America To Me
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| Harry Chapin |
