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I stand alone on top of this building 

Looking down on the greedy world 

That I call home 

Wondering how everything has gotten so out of control 

Was there ever truly peace on this land 

Or was it all just a made up fairy tale

Will there come a day in time 

When everything will be just fine 

Or do I have the eyes of a dreamer

Just wishing for a change 

I don't know but I got to believe 

So with one last glance 

I leave with hope 

That tomorrow will be the start of a new day 

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