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Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attentionjust quieten down for a voice in the crowd.I get so confused I don't understand
I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to saybut you don't get the chance, just a voice in the crowd.I don't know the score anymore; it's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore; I just don't understand.I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for oldlike changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold.
When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys dieat the time just a little white lieit was one of the first but it hurt me the mostand the truth stung like tears in my eyethat even the good guys must diethere's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew whyeven now it still makes me cry.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a linejust a little helping hand just a little understandingjust some answers to the questions that surround me now.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a linejust a little guiding light to tell wrong from rightjust some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrorswhere nothing here is ever what it seemsyou stand so close but you never understand itfor all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolutionbut can you tell me just who's in command?when you tell me the forces we are fightingthen I'll gladly join and make plansbut for now only our t-shirts cry freedomand our voices are gagged by our greedour minds are harnessed by knowledgeby the hill and the will to succeedand if that's not what you believewould you let me know I'm not standing alonethat I'm not just a voice in the crowd
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a linejust a little helping hand just a little understandingjust a little understanding to the questions that I'm asking you
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a linejust a little guiding light to tell wrong from rightjust some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrorswhere nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powersthat preside over our minds and our liveswhen they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
Day by day it's getting louderand day by day it's getting strongerbut when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,I listen to the crowd.(
And the boy stood, and stared at the hill. And the hill stared back)
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