| On the sidewalk I’m rolling to places
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| Uninviting, the looks on the faces
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| Sir, do you have the time?
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| In the city I’m sighing at buildings
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| Such a fine mess inside where they pull strings
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| You rise up to stand in line
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| It seems we’ve found a way
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| To stick around and waste our days
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| And all the while the hours slip away
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| And there it goes, just another day
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| In the morning I’m staring at gray skies
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| There’s a baby who slept while her mom cried
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| It’s such a small mouth to feed
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| Why don’t she have nothing to eat?
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| In the evening I’m dreaming of nations
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| Done with financing military stations
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| One word could fill those needs
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| It’s called peace
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| There it goes, just another day
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| One more day
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| There it goes, just another day
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| One more day
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| One more day that we could change
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| One more day
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| One more day to rearrange
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| But there it goes, just another day
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| We want to win
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| But these streets were paved with the blood of our sins
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| The business man grins, looks around
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| He sees buildings all around now (on the ground now)
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| And a hand outstretched for change
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| And though it may soon start to rain
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| There is still a face that asks me to try
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| While the baby cries, the mother simply sighs
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| If change is on its way, what’s the problem with today? |