From finite to infinity...
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Please excuse my pernicity,
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It seems wherever I go these days -
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there's trouble looking the other way.
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Violent times are here on the streets,
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humanity for you I weep,
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Think about it, it makes no sense.
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Using violence doesn't prove you're right.
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There's no logic, no meaning,
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No thinking, no reason behind it.
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Just seems that words can't describe
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How it seems if you just think about it.
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Try to find a meaning to life,
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and if you do it could end in strife.
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You won't find it behind the bar,
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or our outside where the tempers flare.
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Out on the streets, the rule of the fist.
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All of these things are Cain's lament.
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I hope that someday these things will change.
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It seems that life has been good to me,
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but I'm still shocked by the things I see.
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Think about it, it makes no sense,
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solving problems with your fists.
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Check the time, the time is now,
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not time to go and throw your weight around.
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The only thing that does to me - It makes me think...
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No Logic
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