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The Way Things Are By Robert Stanley

The way things are

All the people stop and say.
Whats become of the world today.
Simple things have gone away they say.
Wasn't the same when I was young.
Everyone is highly strung.
Solve their problems with a gun they say.

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When my Grandad sat me on his knee.
Spoke of all the good things that thered be.
I'm only glad he's not here to see.
The way things are.

Always looking to get saved.
But they turn the other way.
No way out they are confused they say.
No time to listen any more.
They hide behind their wooden doors.
Other things that they must do they say.

Chorus

When my Grandad sat me on his knee.
Spoke of all the good things that thered be.
I'm only glad he's not here to see.
The way things are.

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Chorus

When my Grandad sat me on his knee.
Spoke of all the good things that thered be.
I'm only glad he's not here to see.
The way things are.
When my Grandad sat me on his knee.
Spoke of all the good things that thered be.
I'm only glad he's not here to see.
The way things are.
The way things are.
The way things are.
The way things are.