the world i know by collective soul
has our conscience shown?
has the sweet breeze blown?
has all kindness gone?
hope still lingers on.
i drink myself of newfound pity
sitting along in new york city
and i don't know why
are we listening to hymns of offering?
have we eyes to see that love is gathering?
all the words that i've been reading
have now started the act of bleeding into one
so i walk up on high
and i step to the edge
to see my world below
and i laugh at myself
as the tears roll down
cause it's the world i know
it's the world i know
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