Today the street were filled with
strangers Calling names and choosing
sides Never thinking of tomorrow More
and more we're running blind Makes you
wonder where we're heading
So many people and all in a hurry Living
in circles of worship and worry Dressing
so long that they're usually late for
the show So busy judging the heads
that they're turning So busy fighting
there's no time for learning Turning
their backs on the people they might
like to know
We may be running out of heroes It
seems they tumble every day We killed
a man for careless dreaming More and
more we're running blind Makes you wonder
where we're heading
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