It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
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Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
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Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
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No time for introduction
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With all that money changing hands
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And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"
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But the old man says,
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"You want my family, for your liberty...I can't do that."
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Look into the eyes of any patient man
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Whether they be amber, green or blue,
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There's a piece of God staring back at you
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But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
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They see our broken women
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On imaginary shelves
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But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?
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Don't you want it?
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Can't you see the things that you lack?"
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Children in his arms, he turns his back.
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Patience
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| George Michael |
