Broken Land
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These rivers run too deep
With schemes of men for days that lay ahead
They sell their souls so cheap
They breed mistrust and fill my heart with dread
When did the boy become a man
And lose his life to learn
So much confusion to this plan
These times are not changing
Show me the love to keep us together
Open up your hearts don't turn me away
Comfort me through this stormy weather
>From where I stand, I see a broken land
This boy had learned to fail
In times like these to cry seems so absurd
His own life's crisis pales
In the shadow of this truly dying world
These are the games we played at school
Our hands raised in despair
With no exception to the rule
These times are not changing
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