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I am a man in the prime of my life I've got a house and a car and a beautiful wife There's no chip on my shoulder, I've no axe to grind And no possible reason to wake up my mind And the days break, And the nights fall and drift into time. Somewhere there's hunger, somewhere there's a war But I can do nothing so I'll just ignore The cruelty around me, pretending I'm blind In case I start thinking and wake up my mind And the days break, And the nights fall and drift into time. I read in the papers a policeman shot down Two Negroes in cold blood in some racial town And I'm having a new car but don't know what kind But one of these days I will wake up my mind And the days break, And the nights fall and drift into time. Yes it seems as though fortune has smiled upon me But now its too late, Im begining to see I spent my life searching, But no peace i find And it's left me with no time to wake up my mind And the days break, And the nights fall and drift into time.
Writer(s): James Holden, Robert Burnett, Stephen Gibbons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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