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  1. Clearly

From the album Tyler's World

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© 2011. T.Gilbert
Written by Tyler Gilbert
Composed by Tyler Gilbert

Lyrics

Clearly

Fancy churches in small towns
There’s no one left there praying
Poignant people mark their lands
With paper and some sayings
Robe draped monks in solitude
Searching through the ages
Suited people in tall buildings
Earning up their wages

Now we can all see so clearly
Times become all that I can’t stand

Lined up boxes filled with crap
This is our high stature
Structured lives of strategy
Of planning for the future
We want more than we ever had
Why are we so greedy
Help us now before we try
Why are we so needy

The cow in the field will soon be a meal
Is this what were after
Born to be a man with a gun in his hand