| As I walk through this wicked world
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| Searching for light in the darkness of insanity
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| I ask myself, «Is all hope lost?
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| Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?»
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| And each time I feel like this inside
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| There’s one thing I want to know:
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| What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| Oh, what’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| And as I walked on through troubled times
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| My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
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| So where are the strong, and who are the trusted?
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| And where is the harmony, sweet harmony?
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| Because each time I feel it slipping away
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| It just makes me want to cry
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| What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| Oh, what’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| So where are the strong, and who are the trusted?
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| And where is the harmony, sweet harmony?
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| Because each time I feel it slipping away
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| It just makes me want to cry
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| What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| Oh, what’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
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| Oh, what’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding? |