| I wish I could say it would all be all right |
| (It'll all be all right) |
| I wish I could tell you it would all be fine |
| (It'll all be just fine) |
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| But a stone only rolls downhill |
| And these things |
| They'll be what they will |
| What they will |
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| Someday soon you'll look out from your hilltop perch |
| Your heart worn out from trying to make sense of the arc |
| Which only bends one way |
| And you rightly afraid |
| It don't seem to be the way that we thought |
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| And I wish I could say it would all be all right |
| (It'll all be all right) |
| I wish I could tell you it would all be fine |
| (It'll all be just fine) |
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| But a stone only rolls downhill |
| And these things |
| They'll be what they will |
| What they will |
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| And oh the inertia |
| Of our ravenous brand of avarice |
| Of our selfishness |
| It was just too much |
| To overcome |
| Now we're overrun |
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| And I wish I could say it would all be all right |
| (It'll all be all right) |
| I wish I could tell you it would all be fine |
| (It'll all be just fine) |
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| Oh how I wish that I could tell you it would be all right |
| Could tell you it'll all be fine, it'll work out |
| Oh how I wish I could tell you it'll all be fine |
| (It'll all be just fine) |
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| Oh how I wish that I could tell you it would be all right |
| Could tell you it'll all be fine, it'll work out |
| Oh how I wish I could tell you it'll all be fine |
| (It'll all be just fine)... |
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