Nhạc sĩ: Christopher Cross | Lời: Christopher Cross
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The soul of man is on the run,
Fear and loathing, greed and guns.
Rainbows of beauty made from light.
Humanity should not be black and white.
Truth has become arcane,
So many fools shouting at the rain.
The world is broken,
And it's breaking my heart.
Yeah, the world is broken,
And it's tearing us apart.
Empathetic point of view,
All that's lost in Ballyhoo,
Are politicians of Byzantine.
These assholes are just downright mean.
Yes, my friends,
the sky is falling.
Oh yeah,
London's calling,
And the world is broken,
And it's breaking my heart.
Yeah, the world is broken,
And it's tearing us apart.
It's me and you, baby,
The sky's too blue, baby,
Maybe we can find
our rendezvous.
So the map let out, baby,
What to do,
baby,
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
Yeah,
the world is broken,
And it's breaking my heart.
Yeah, the world is broken,
And it's tearing us apart.
And it's breaking my heart.
Yeah, the world is broken,
And it's tearing us apart.
The world is broken,
And it's breaking my heart.
Yeah, the world is broken,
And it's tearing us apart.