| Everybody stumblin' 'round in the dark 'cause the lights’re too dim to see
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| Everybody’s got an axe to grind and they call it «Bein' free»
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| Everybody with their skin so thin, lookin' out for Number One
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| Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it’s all done
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| There ain’t much left to say, I can’t stand it anymore
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| (Lord, Lord,) These children have gone crazy
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| (Lord, Lord,) Please come down and save me
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| (Lord, Lord,) You got to believe me
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| (Lord, Lord,) Lord, strike me dead
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| Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they’re in
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| Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
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| Nobody is listenin', they’re all spittin' in the wind
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| Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, When’s it gonna end?
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| Take me outta here, I can’t stand it anymore
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| (Lord, Lord,) These children have gone crazy
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| (Lord, Lord,) Please come down and save me
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| (Lord, Lord,) You got to believe me
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| (Lord, Lord,) Lord, strike me dead
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| (Lord, Lord,) These children have gone crazy
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| (Lord, Lord,) Please come down and save me
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| (Lord, Lord,) You got to believe me
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| (Lord, Lord,) Lord, strike me dead |