The human race is sleeping, half of us are weeping
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Ignorance is creeping, darkening our way
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No teacher is teaching, no plan is far reaching
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The Hawks of Greed are screeching, poisoning our day.
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As 'round and 'round and 'round we go
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The seeds of misery we sow
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'Round and 'round and down we go
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Your leader is lost and we don't know.
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Brother, sister aching, fear and mistrust making
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Giving nought, all taking, emptying the heart
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The pain of not giving, pretending we're living
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No one ever forgiving the drama of the dead.
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As 'round and 'round and 'round we go
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The seeds of misery we sow
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'Round and 'round and down we go
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You may well ask which way to go
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Your leader is lost and he don't know.
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Time he is our Master, more quantity and faster
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Directions to disaster, forgetting all we've learned
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The children are searching, drugtaking and churching
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While the old Earth Ship she's lurching all on her starry way.
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As 'round and 'round and 'round we go
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The seeds of misery we sow
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'Round and 'round and down we go
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You may well ask which way to go
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Your leader is lost and he don't know.
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The Voice Of Protest
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Donovan Leitch |