So the World Keeps On Turning
I will join your herd
Although your vision is blurred
Soon you will be subdued
This world is very crude
But I will struggle on
And I cannot wait until dawn
And so I felt
This whole system melt
Anarchy broke loose
So I became a recluse
Never free
And so nobody hears my plea
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