| Today, you don’t have to be a soldier
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| Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down
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| It’s okay to be as you were
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| Be as you were again
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| Is it a scheme? |
| Is it a vision? |
| Is it a dream? |
| Is it a nightmare?
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| Or is it a competition, and if it is, what if we don’t fight fair?
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| What’s bald in the morning, but in the evening has white hairs?
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| What’s the cause of Global Warming, and could it be these things right here?
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| I got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year
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| Got a hit list and a cloud of witnesses, which is pricier?
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| Well my tears are mightier than my fears, so mighty Earth
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| Provides me hurt that I keep buried until I convert it to writing
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| I was wounded, I was injured, I was made to move to Denver
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| I was taken through a new adventure, paint stripped from its first fixture
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| I was placed in another picture, I was rushed to a new landscape
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| And ripped away from family scraped into a politician’s mistake
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| And what’s left of talents in chests beneath oceans
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| Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
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| A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
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| That it could be alright, if expressed
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| Today, you don’t have to be a soldier
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| Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down
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| It’s okay to be as you were
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| Be as you were again
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| Am I a woman-raised man-machine damaging everything
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| I touch by not caring enough or too much?
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| Am I a far-flung fantasy setting free enmity
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| And making friends from enemies and bridges for the in-betweens?
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| For the highwayman on the low road
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| The tired back with a large load
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| The trials spanned 'til I found hope
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| And I found more when I slow-moed
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| Enough of the back to face front
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| Let those in the pack of the race run
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| I’m needing an evener pace, one
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| Too hasty makes mistakes
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| Can you carry a song as strong as your arms
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| Can bear that you keep from harm?
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| And it will be there when you go wrong
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| Make a heart from your bond, your treasure’s right here
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| And what’s left of talents in chests beneath oceans
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| Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
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| A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
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| That it could be all right if expressed today
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| Today you don’t have to be a soldier
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| Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down
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| It’s okay to be as you were
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| Be as you were again |