Of everything I see, the world ain`t half as bad as they painted it to be
If all the sons, all the daughters, stop to take it in
Hopefully, the hate subsides, and the love can begin
It might start now, or maybe I`m just dreaming out loud
There's a war between the vanities but all I see is you and me
Forgive me if I`m young or speaking out of turn
But don't we all feel some form of apathy?
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