Now it's come to this
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It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
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From the Middle East to the Middle West
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It's a world of superstition
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Now it's come to this
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Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
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From the Middle East to the Middle West
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Pray, and pass the ammunition
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So many people think that way
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You gotta watch what you say
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To them and them, and others too
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Who don't seem to see to things the way you do
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We can only grow the way the wind blows
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on a bare and weathered shore
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We can only bow to the here and now
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In our elemental war
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We can only go the way the wind blows
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We can only bow to the here and now
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Or be broken down blow by blow
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Now it's come to this
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Hollow speeches of mass deception
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From the Middle East to the Middle West
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Like crusaders in a holy alliance
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Now it's come to this
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Like we're back in the dark ages
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From the Middle East to the Middle West
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It's a plague that resists our science
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It seems to leave them partly blind
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And they leave no child behind
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While evil spirits haunt their sleep
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While shepherds bless and count their sheep
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Like the solitary pine
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On a bare wind blasted shore
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We can only grow the way the wind blows
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The Way The Wind Blows
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