Changing tide, on my mind I climb these walls for my pot of gold
A million people left to starve on the street
Mother's working hard to make dead ends meet
Rich man knows how to make his money work
While the poor man is fighting for the same piece of dirt
Rising tide has freed my mind
Oh, and you'll never know
Where they go
Government's taking half of what you make
Checking and watching every word you say
Kids are growing, knowing only TV
From repeated history
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
You're better than the players and the things they do
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
You got to see through the person at the same view
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
You're better than the players and the things they do
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
You got to see through the person at the same view
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
Wake up, son, you're so beautiful
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