CRISIS
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Words & Music By Nick Granato
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Last night I got a phone call from my brother Joe
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He said he wishes life would just leave him the hell alone,
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He said he’d do things different if he had another chance
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I said to him you still can, he said, no I can’t… Crisis
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Well I was having lunch the other day with an old friend of mine
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She said the guy she was seeing for months, had told her goodbye
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She said she’s too old for these games and she’s running out of time
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I said your no you’re not, she said, I am…. Crisis
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I can see the worry lines embedded on their faces,
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You don’t have to look real hard it’s easy to trace it
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Broken dreams and promises that lead to desperation
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Living through another no win situation …. Crisis… Crisis…
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On the news the other night they showed pictures of a war,
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Well, It’s hard to tell who’s fighting who and what we’re fighting for,
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The commentary always seems to slant to someone’s side
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It seems we’re all accustomed to this indifferent kind of life…
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Crisis…
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We’ve got politics and world events keep our hearts beating faster
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We’ve all become so weary everyday we face disaster
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We analyze, politicize, and criticize our trauma
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With Talk shows, and radio, exploiting all the drama… Crisis... Crisis
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Social rage and empathy, clouding up reality
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Self absorbed philosophies, leading us to tragedy… <break>
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Some of us look up to God for answers we can’t find
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And some of us blame someone else, while others are just blind
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But if we choose to see the good, and we looked beyond ourselves
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Life wouldn’t feel so dark here, like we’ve all fallen in a well….
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Crisis… Crisis… Crisis….
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ⓒ 2004 Song Harbor Music/BMI
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Crisis
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| Nick Granato |
