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I’m not sick — but I sure am sick of it
The fear and the fighting, dividing and hiding, Oh, just all of it.
I can’t sleep, so I dream to make up for it
After all it’s the kind of tired no amount of sleep can fix
How long can I wait, how long can I hope
The dam’s gotta break, the flood’s gotta flow
I’m ready for a healing day. I can feel it coming from a mile away
No more waiting for the clouds to break. Yeah it’s time, time, time for a healing day
“Could be worse,” it’s a pretty low bar, It’s a subtle curse, it’s the end of the open heart
If we keep our distance, if we build our walls If we’re wearing masks, do we see each other at all
The nightly news is nightly abuse, Makin’ sure we forget that we get to choose
We can do better than this — this artificial distance, yeah
We can do better than this — all the small-scale loneliness
Got to do better than this — singing without a sound
We can do better than this — I’m so tired of lockdown, it knocked me down
