| Nothing went wrong today, did it?
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| So I’m talking straight with you
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| Tell me what you gonna do
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| Now that your sky is blue?
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| Yes, show up, yes, get paid
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| Well not so bad, it’s true
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| And maybe there’s other points of view
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| But they’re not getting through
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| We never knew what it was we were missing
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| 'Cause we never knew anything was missing at all
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| Start out small
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| Kid learns to crawl
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| Eye on the ball
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| Strengthen the wall
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| We sat in the class and learned how to learn
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| While we were thinking there was nothing more to thinking at all
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| Standing tall
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| Conference call
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| Shopping mall
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| Urban sprawl
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| Is this how creation crumbles?
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| Is it nothing but a tunnel?
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| Where’s the angel in the jungle?
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| Is there hope within all hunger?
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| Must the rain fall down from somewhere?
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| The angel in the jungle
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| What’s that headache? |
| What’s that pressure
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| Just behind your brow
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| Growing full and fresh and loud
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| Sprouting vines into the shroud?
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| Will today become the day it left you
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| Cast off on the ground
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| Staring straight up to the cloud
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| Where it twists in green and brown?
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| I never knew what it was sprouting inside
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| 'Cause I never knew anything was growing at all
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| And nothing’s on
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| Play along
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| Come join the throng
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| But something’s wrong
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| And the only picture left in my memory is
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| Oil palm trees when I fall to my knees and dissolve
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| Everything’s gone
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| Sing to the dawn
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| Trumpeter swan
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| Change the song
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| Is this how creation crumbles?
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| Is it nothing but a tunnel?
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| Where’s the angel in the jungle?
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| Is there hope within all hunger?
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| Must the rain fall down from somewhere?
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| The angel in the jungle
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| The cradle in the rubble
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| The stranger in the family portrait
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| The mirror that burns before you
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| A voice that cuts through cities
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| With joyful rising rivers
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| Her wings unshed though autumn
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| In bloody disproportion
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| And I’m standing wracked and ready
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| And I’m begging please forget me
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| Black dogs at the edge of vision
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| Red crows and howling griffins
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| And I forget what I was
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| Forget what I was
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| Forget what I was singing
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| Is this how creation crumbles?
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| Is it nothing but a tunnel?
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| Where’s the angel in the jungle?
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| Is there hope within all hunger?
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| Must the rain fall down from somewhere?
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| The angel in the jungle
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| Is this how creation crumbles?
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| Is it nothing but a tunnel?
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| Where’s the angel in the jungle?
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| Is there hope within all hunger?
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| Must the rain fall down from somewhere?
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| The angel in the jungle
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| The angel in the jungle |