When will we find a balance
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Such unfair things we see
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Small troubled nations crumble
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And freedom falls from dust to dust
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Remember people are just flesh and bone
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And blood and tears and soul
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Where the past's led us to the present
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Where the future will unfold
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And I have some ideas, though I realize
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I might be blind
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I ask so many questions
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I keep leaving thoughts behind
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Still searchin' ain't like wasting time
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At least there is this bottom line
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We need to find some sort of balance
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Along the way
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Until they see the way
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it's meant to be on this lonesome soil
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I think it might take a while
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The answers wait unanswered while we're
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Too scared to lift our heads
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War justifies some feelings
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Helps us find a taste for blood
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I think the "enemy" is anyone
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Who has the guts to say
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That nothing's wrong
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That things are fine
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That there's no reason to complain
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[Chorus]
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I think it might take a while
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But it's always free
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Some Sort Of Balance
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