Has our conscience shown? Has the sweet breeze blown? Has all the kindness gone? Hope still lingers on. I drink myself of newfound pity Sitting alone in new york city And I don't know why.
Are we listening to hyms of offering? Have we eyes to see that love is gathering? All the words that I've been reading Have now started the act of bleeding into one.
So I walk up on high And I step to the edge To see my world below. And I laugh at myself As the years roll down. 'cause it's the world I know. It's the world I know.
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