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I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street Now did you read the news today They say the danger's gone away But I can see the fire's still alight They're burning into the night Too many men, too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see this is the land of confusion This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in Oh Superman where are you now Everything's gone wrong somehow The men of steel, men of power Are losing control by the hour This is the time, this is the place So we look for the future But there's not much love to go round Tell me why this is the land of confusion This is the world we live in... I remember long ago Oh when the sun was shining And the stars were bright all through the night And the sound of your laughter as I held you tight So long ago I won't be coming home tonight My generation will put it right We're not just making promises That we know we'll never keep Too many men, too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see this is the land of confusion This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand up and let's start showing Just where our lives are going to |
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You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world As do those who surround you Well I have seen you stung by poisonous flies And you suffer much too much from their bites There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the storm Many a thing that used to be a secret Has become so talked about Not worth a second thought There's different kinds of secrets now Times change, it's not enough to say It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago You think it's not your problem It really doesn't matter at all Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground But you don't give a thought to where they might come down You are feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted Anywhere that they don't speak the same In any place that they don't think the same You think it's not your problem No no You think it's not your problem It really doesn't matter at all Oh... Maybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men But you just leave it all to someone else and complain You could be so much stronger, but it really doesn't matter any longer Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted |
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