Has our conscience shown?Has the sweetest breeze blown?Has all the kindness gone?Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pitySitting alone in New York CityAnd I don't know why.
Are we listening?Hymns of offering.Have we eyes to see?Love is gathering.
All the words that I've been readingHave now started the act of bleedingInto oneInto one
So I walk up on highAnd I step to the edgeTo see my world below.And I laugh at myselfWhile the tears roll down.'Cause it's the world I knowIt's the world I know
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