Is it true
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I can't believe this hatred
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What do you do
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The world is so ill fated
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But when you're sitting
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On a quiet afternoon
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With the sunlight
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Pouring like gold into your room
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You can't believe that the world will end soon
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The world will end soon
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You sometimes feel
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You're not doing enough
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But what is real
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You never know who to trust
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It seems that people
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Sit in jail without a crime
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And ruthless leaders
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Seem to lead us all the time
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There's too much crying, people dying
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Who can see the light
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Who can see the light
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Questions without answers
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So I sing
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It doesn't seem to make a difference
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Should I give in
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That's not a point of reference
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But the passive masses
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Being eaten by TV
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Ignoring cruelty
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And saying it's not me
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When will they realize
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Soon it's going to be
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Soon it's going to be
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Questions without answers
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Questions Without Answers
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Marty Willson-Piper |