| Every mornin', I read the news
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| The front page of the daily blues
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| Crazy people everywhere
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| Acting up like they just don’t care
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| Makes me wonder why they do the things they do
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| Why they just can’t see past what’s right in front of you
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| Before we go too far and we can’t turn back
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| And mother nature is under attack
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| So hold back the rivers and turn back the tides
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| And open up the flood of emotion
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| Just be thankful for what you’ve got
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| And open up the flood of emotion
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| To our souls
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| I don’t understand, the actions of a man
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| Cold heart and no compassion
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| See that’s just a mother, and that’s just her child
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| It don’t mean anything to the rank and the file
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| But you can choose to lay there with your head in the sand
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| If it makes you feel safer or gives you the upper hand
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| So I’d rather shout out at the top of my voice
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| If that’s the only option, and then we simply got no choice
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| But to hold back the rivers and turn back the tides
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| And open up the flood of emotion
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| Just be thankful for what you’ve got
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| And open up the flood of emotion
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| To our souls, and turn back the tides
|
| And open up the flood of emotion
|
| Just be thankful for what you’ve got
|
| And open up the flood of emotion
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| To our souls
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| Hold back the rivers and turn back the tides
|
| And open up the flood of emotion
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| Just be thankful for what you’ve got
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| And open up the flood of emotion
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| To our souls |