Where did it start? Why? But what does it matter?
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We’re far beyond the place that we started
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No time or mind to chase after fault
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When we know the time is so much of what’s lost
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To a child born something with something so wrong
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In his blood, a sickness, that pumps through his veins, through his heart
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And shameful, if we only start when we know that it sleeps in a box in the third drawer
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Where did it start?
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Dare we try and wade through this muddy water
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Fill this ocean of need, bottle by bottle
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Hollowed we stand and watch this parade
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Saturday morning down to the graves or
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Somebody save us Somebody stand up It’s ticking away, something must change
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Somebody save us How many more does it take?
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Somebody save us Somebody stand up
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It’s ticking away something must change
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Somebody save us How many more will it take?
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Where did it start? When does it stop?
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I don’t want to get this wrong Don’t you see what’s going on?
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I don’t want to turn you away Until you know what’s at stake
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I don’t want to get this wrong Don’t you see what’s going on?
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I don’t want to turn you away Until you know what’s at stake
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Wake up!
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Where Did It Start
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| Hanson |
