[Music & lyrics: T. Leonard]
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Heard enough for today
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Guess I'll turn and walk away
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A leaf that's turned golden brown
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The slightest breeze will bring me down
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In safety mode system overload
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My soul is moved with just disdain
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But it's not my job to bring a change
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Is it all by design
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Or have we gone astray
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Didn't we miss a sign
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'Cause this can't be the way
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Cynicism's a disease
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No one's got it worse than me
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Even if I raise my voice
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It's just gets lost in all the noise
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Are we over the line
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Or was it ever there
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Maybe I should resign
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To convince myself to care
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Can you feel
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(Or are you paralyzed?)
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Can it heal
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(Or will it spread to our eyes?)
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Are we blind
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(Or do we choose each day)
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To see no evil
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(To look the other way?)
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A generation born to bleed
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On the jagged edge of apathy
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And to stand aside and criticize
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Is the extent of my expertise
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After all that we've seen
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You'd think we'd want turnaround
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Instead we take each brush with fate
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And use it to paint the town
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Can you feel
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(Or are you paralyzed?)
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Can it heal
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(Or will it spread to our eyes?)
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Are we blind
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(Or do we choose each day)
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To see no evil
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(To look the other way?)
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See No Evil
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Enchant |