[ pop, Americana, folk ] Click Here for Free Song Download Here in a global information age, the whole world's truly become a stage Everyone has their own soap box and their own opinions Social websites, raging blogs, partisan agenda and attack dogs Everybody talks and talks and talks and nobody listens Everyone's troubled by conditions We all have our own suspicions Everybody talks and talks; talks, talks and talks And nobody listens, nobody listens, um, um um Um, um, um, um, um, nobody listens Frightened cries from the birds in the trees Fill the warm haze surrounding you and me Feel the ill wind rustle through the leaves As a voice behind the thunder pleads Before it's way, way too late Won't you listen, listen to me please? Everyone has their own ambitions Lofty illusions, superstitions Everybody talks and talks and talks Everyone's troubled by conditions We all have our own suspicions Everybody talks and talks; talks, talks and talks And nobody listens, nobody listens, um, um um Um, um, um, um um, somebody listen! *
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