Don't want to raise my head
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The world is covered in rage
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Voices calling out in anger
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Entering erratically into another age
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Shadow puppets on the wall
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Don't know who to believe
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In the darkness standing tall
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With a smile upon your face
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And I have a right, to
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Have a voice, have a say
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Whether I'm wrong, or whether I'm right
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It doesn't really matter anymore
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You've put up a wall
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You've put up a fight
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And now it seems we've forgotten
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What all that was for
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Whether you don't want to
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Or whether you can't see
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What is right in front of your face
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Time is running out
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And we're already losing ground
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With the human race
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Don't want to raise my hand
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Don't know why I'm scared to say
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I feel like I want to call out
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Feel like I want to run away
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And I don't know why anyone
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Should have to suffer anymore
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I don't know a lot of anything
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But I do wonder what all of this is for
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And you have a right, too
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To have a voice, have a say
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Whether I'm wrong
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Or whether I'm right
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It doesn't really matter anymore
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You've put up a wall
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We've put up a fight
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And now it seems we've forgotten
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What all of that was for
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Whether you don't want to
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Or whether you can't see
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What is right in front of your face
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Time is running out
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And we're already losing ground
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With the human race
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Whether I'm Wrong
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Allison Crowe |