| We are passing this world on to our kids
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| From the moment that they climb out of their cribs
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| We try to teach them well
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| And show them they are loved
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| But in the end all we can do Is hope our best is good enough
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| For they’ll witness how this life
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| Can be so beautiful and cruel
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| We can’t shelter them forever
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| But if we show them all the tools
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| They might leave this place in A little better shape than me and you
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| We are only passing through
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| Passing through
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| Passing through
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| We are only passing through
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| Passing through
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| Passing through
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| We are only passing through
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| We’ve been watching this world from our living rooms
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| It’s been near 40 years since we walked on the moon
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| And this big blue ball keeps shrinking
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| And I don’t know if that’s good
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| But for better or for worse now
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| This whole world’s our neighborhood
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| There’s no place left to run to Where you can stay above the fray
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| We all learn to need to get along
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| And not just get our way
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| Not only for each other but
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| For our children’s children too
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| We are only passing through
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| CHORUS
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| I wonder sometimes what I will pass on And how much can one voice do with just a song
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| Sometimes injustice and indifference
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| Are the only things I see
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| But I refuse to let my hope
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| Become the latest casualty
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| So I’ll sing of love and truth
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| And try to practice all I preach
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| And if I can’t change the world
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| I’ll change the world within my reach
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| And what better place to start
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| Than here and now with me and you
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| We are only passing through |