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We ride a tide of change And we caught up in its crest No one's too blind to see Neither you or me Bridges burn and east becomes the west On dirty New York sidewalks Homeless sleeping in a box Veteran all strung out Is asking for spare change Shouts a curse to those who pass him Poor old black lady One-way underground train Wearing worn out clothes Wrinkes on her face Hungry children wait for her at home They weren't born to choose And maybe they're born to lose Isn't what we have More than we need Tables turning, happens everyday Help is needed, from one and every willin' band People starve their lives for reasons Letras de cancionesThey will never understand Have we learned right from wrong Can we learn right from wrong Why don't we learn right from wrong We gotta learn right from wrong From Letras Mania