| Once upon a time in a city made of gold
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| Streets were full of dreams
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| The air was full of hope
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| But somewhere in the midnight
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| Beneath the crooked moon
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| The children stopped believin'
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| So the flowers never bloomed
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| The elders lost their sanity
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| Mothers lost their smiles
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| Fathers chased the money got one too many miles
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| Water turned to whiskey
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| The visionaries, blind
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| While the people in the picture box
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| Were poisoning their minds — their minds, their minds
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| Let’s burn this bridge and ride this river to another town
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| Hold up a holy flame
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| To all the rain that’s pourin' down
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| Well hatred is the seed
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| The Devil planted in the ground
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| Our beating hearts are singin' now
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| For love to turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Let’s dust off all the rust
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| It starts from diamonds on the sea
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| Ring the bells in the cathedrals
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| Rejoice for what’s redeemed
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| Let’s lock and load with truth
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| And blow up the lies
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| All of us are guilty, we have no alibi
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| Let’s burn this bridge and ride this river to another town
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| Hold up a holy flame
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| To all the rain that’s pourin' down
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| Well hatred is the seed
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| The Devil planted in the ground
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| Our beatin' hearts are singin' now
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| For love to turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Woah turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Woah turn this world around
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| Woah turn this world around
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| Let’s burn this bridge and ride this river to another town
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| Hold up the holy flame
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| To all the rain that’s pourin' down
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| Well hatred is the seed
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| The Devil planted in the ground
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| Our beatin' hearts are singin' out — singin' out
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| Our beatin' hearts are singin' out
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| For love to turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Turn this world around
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| Oh turn this world around
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| Oh
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| Woah, turn this world around |