| Oh what a day oh
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| Oooh what a day oh
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| Say what a day, what a day oh
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| I’m tired of the hunger I see on people’s faces
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| Tired of the animosity between the races
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| Tired of corruption in high and low places
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| And pricks with money but no social graces
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| Tired of being judged for the style in my hair
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| And the music that I listen and the clothes that I wear
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| Tired of life and death being sold as a pair
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| And politicians who keep saying they care
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| But maybe hoping for a change is a dream
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| Maybe life ain’t as bad as it seems
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| But if dreaming is the best I can do
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| Then I’ll be dreaming my whole life through
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| What a day when war becomes a thing of the past
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| And peace, we will have it at last
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| And life is finally worth its cost and oh oh oh
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| What a day when men finally live what they teach
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| And love ain’t just a concept we preach
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| And blood no longer runs in the streets
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| Oh oh oh, what a day
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| Tired of leaving church feeling like I’ve just been robbed
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| 2 hours of rambling not much mention of God
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| The richest man’s the only one who does not have a job
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| A bunch of righteous freaks extorting worse than the mob
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| Tired of baby momma tired of babydaddy
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| Chilling in the spot where the parents should be
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| Teenage mother saying «Leave my business alone»
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| In 20 years the kid could be robbing my home but
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| I got a vision of a whole other plain
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| Where the spiritual can flourish again
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| I’m just waiting for the fire to rain
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| Burn down everything and start clean |