Here and now our choices here are growing thin,
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As children grow they grow with what they see
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And in these times where paranioa closes in
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Power and hate a rampaging disease
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In our minds we build the blocks to what we need
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In our minds we're reaching out for peace
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In our hearts we know of such the hills to climb
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In our hearts a sense of mass defeat
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Shame shame these games that they play with you and me
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Shame for these games our children will keep
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Shame these games that they play with you and me
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Shame these games that they play our children will keep
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What they will keep
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These are our times this problem much to big to hold
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For you and I far too high to reach
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We can begin by holding close the things we know
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And valueing our pockets of peace
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These are the earth the sun the moon the sea the sky
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These are the gifts to which we all aprove
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Through these things and those we love we can unite
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And sink into our pockets of peace
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Pockets Of Peace
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| Xavier Rudd |
