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Seeing through your eyes from
my little room,
The world goes rushing by us with a crash, bang, boom,
The faces so angry and afraid,
As though no one belongs in this place you've made...
There is too much trouble
in the world, in the world,
There is too much trouble in the world, in the world,
Will I blow like a feather in a thunderstorm?
Oh I wish I could stay here where it's safe and warm,
'Cause there's too much trouble in the world.
How can love survive in a world
so cold?
What lessons will I learn before I'm five years old?
To give up my dreams, and sigh like you?
To judge my fellow man, as I know you do?
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Even you have stumbled and lost
your way,
I hear your fear every time you pray,
When you smoke, I choke,
When you drink, I sink,
When you sleep, I weep for the price you pay.
So you will awake and recall
my voice
I hate to bring you sorrow, but I've made my choice
To skip your world -- never learn to hate --
And rise right up to that shining gate,
And I'm sorry, mama, I must make you wait,
But there's too much trouble in the world.
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