by Dean Friedman
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Urchins and ragamuffins, see how they play.
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Run through the ruins where the land mines lay.
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When will this nightmare cease? When will we find a lasting peace?
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
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We'll have shed a billion tears.
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Satellite dishes sweeping the sky.
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Searching for answers patiently awaiting their reply.
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When will salvation come? When will all suffering be done?
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
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We'll have shed a billion tears.
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Mountains and valleys, rivers and seas.
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Eons go by as they change by gradual degrees.
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If Earth can evolve into something new, maybe there's hope for mankind too.
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
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Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
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We'll have shed a billion tears.
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Maybe in a Million Years
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| Dean Friedman |
