Everyday a battle is fought
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Today I was reminded somehow I had forgot
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Everyday a lesson is taught
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Real estate¡¯s important and human life is not
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Is all of this bloodshed worth an outdated plan laid by ancient hands
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Such a crucial piece of earth
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Take a look again it¡¯s a fucking piece of dirt
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Can anyone show me what¡¯s wrong with this picture?
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Something definitely looks out of place to me
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It¡¯s clearly out of focus somebody broke us
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But here¡¯s where the joke is nobody provoked us
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We¡¯re broken and no one¡¯s to blame but us ourselves and we
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We can¡¯t agree so we war egos declare young soldier be scared
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But what are we fighting for
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Something that¡¯s nothing that we can afford
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We glory ourselves in our past ¡°the rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air¡±
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We fly our flags at half mast
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It¡¯s hard to take pride in young wasted lives
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Picture this a world where governments are more concerned with feeding the people than their egos
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Picture this a world where borders are mere lines on a map not symbols of economic gaps
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Picture this respect on a grander scale respect for human rights
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Picture this a world where there¡¯s no need to write songs like this
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Can anyone out there help fix this picture
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Who can make the world a better place to be
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We¡¯ve got one chance let¡¯s take it the world¡¯s what we make it
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If we¡¯re going to change it we can¡¯t be complacent
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The future of the world is up to us ourselves and we
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Picture This
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