<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=87712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Common Ground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are not dispassionate words of the cool<br>The headline still rules the editors a fool<br>Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse<br>And leave us stranded here tomorrow<br>I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart<br>From the towns of cement and the beauty<br>A whisper its turned howl, man he didnt know<br>He was standing waiting for tomorrow<br>Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground<br>I could never figure the calendars flow<br>Nor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blows<br>But were ready from within and were starting to go<br>Away from the place of no tomorrow<br>Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground<br>Nothings left, (? ? ? ) I see there must be some common ground<br>Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place<br>With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace<br>And the hook goes early and the critic is king<br>Its hard to stay human and stand in the ring<br>Theres no time to be absent, a clown or a fool<br>While shylock is smiling were loaded like mules<br>If we surrender ourself to industrial rules<br>Well wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow<br>Now<br>Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground<br>Nothings left, somethings found, can we see some common ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Midnight Oil - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=87712" data-title="Common Ground" data-description="These are not dispassionate words of the cool The headline still rules the editors a fool Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse And leave us stranded here tomorrow I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart From the towns of cement..."></div> </div> </div>

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