| It’s pandemonium
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| In the streets there’s a sadness
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| An unbridled madness abound
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| And the sound is like nothing I’ve ever heard at all before
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| I try to face the crowd
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| They’re pushing and shoving
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| They just keep on coming
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| And I ask myself
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| How did it ever come to this unfortunate abyss?
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| We’ll never know how long it’s all gonna last
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| Centuries have passed
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| They’re full of pain, what have we gained?
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| Fighting for scraps, maybe we could perhaps have
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| Change, instead of chains
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| No more worry and no more games
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| Friends, instead of trends
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| It’s all the means to an untimely end
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| The skies are turning grey
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| What happened to the day?
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| Oh, I could never say
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| That’s not my job, but moving on
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| If we don’t stop and look around sometime
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| Then everyone and each of us is
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| Gone, all gone, you’re reality shows
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| You’ll never strike a pose again, you’re dead
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| Just like I said, fighting for scraps
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| We could perhaps have
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| Change, instead of chains
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| No more worry and no more games
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| Friends, instead of trends
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| It’s all the means to an untimely end
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| I mean it when I say
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| There’s still hope for us anyway
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| And I don’t wanna get you down
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| But I’ve been seeing what’s going around
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| It’s pandemonium
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| In the streets there’s a sadness
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| An unbridled madness abound
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| And the sound is like nothing I’ve ever heard at all before
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| (la da da da da) |