Sometimes I Feel

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     1.Sometimes I feel         I'm drifting upon the sea               Sometimes I

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 feel  there's no land in front of me   And sometimes I feel              that I've

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 lost where I've been              And there's no place     left to go

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                     It's hard to live        when justice    is a sham

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     And the poor man           rarely wins                           We talk about

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 being clever        in a nation of jerks    But we're really just the joke  of the

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 world                                    Well it's        one step forward
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     and two steps back                 How we gonna get       any-where
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                      When there         are no leaders        but there's a lot of

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 sheep              The great south land is getting bare

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     Well how did it            get there

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                     Sometimes I feel         like walking out in the desert



2.Sometimes I feel like cutting my ties and going
  Sometimes I feel I don't care about tomorrow
  And sometimes I feel like I'm living in a stricken land
  And there's not many understand
  I see a nation of rabble and thieves consumed by greed and ignorance
  I see lives of not much consequence caught up in their own publicity
  Well it's one step forward and two steps back
  How we gonna get anywhere

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4.Sometimes I feel like walking out in the desert
  Sometimes I feel like turning my back forever
  And sometimes I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door
  And there's no answer any more
  For a man to live with honour and dignity
  He has to have his rights respected
  Well how can he get that when his country rejects him
  Where the hell does he start
  When there are no leader but there's a lot of sheep
  The great south land is getting bare
  Well how did it get there