Everyone is always in a hurry
Rushing round from place to place
Like a flock of sheep
Like they have no control over where they want to go
Standing here, alone
To me the world is nothing but a blur
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| What is wrong with the world today Everyone is always in a hurry Rushing round from place to place Like a flock of sheep Like they have no control over where they want to go Standing here, alone To me the world is nothing but a blur |
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