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Is |
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Uncontrollable |
| Outside the realm
of our |
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Power |
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Out of our |
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Reach |
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| Yet we sit for
hours |
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Plagued by |
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Worries |
| Watching it go by |
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Frustrated and
alone |
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Becoming more
afraid |
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Each day |
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| More bits of news |
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Constantly flooding |
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Us |
| Besieging us with
the world |
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With the sad |
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Heartache of |
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Everywhere |
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| Not as if we don't
have |
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Enough of our |
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Own |
| Got to go out and |
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Find out about |
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Everyone else's |
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Misery |
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| What is the point |
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What can we do |
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About it |
| Couldn't our energy
be |
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Better spent |
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Focused on our own |
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Worlds |
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| Concentrate on
making our own |
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Corner |
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Happier |
| Put our energy to
use |
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Helping those we
can help |
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Doing what we |
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Can do |
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| Lots of |
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Sadness in the |
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World |
| And my heart goes
out to |
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All the troubled
souls |
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Each new |
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Problem |
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