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Society in a mess
Reflecting all the skips and the jumps in my head
Look at me, do my best
Im doing when the doing is doing in my head
Sweet unknown, make me blessed
The distance from this place to your door is my test
Looking at me, looking at you
Looking for the missing piece of treasure that I need to be true
A little understanding
A bit of faith and all that stuff
Youll be amazed how much it all works out
You open up your window
Ill open up my door to you
Youll be amazed how much it all works out
All works out