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Intro:
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Verse 1:
Bmin                            A                G
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Bmin                    A             G
Take a look at all the suffering and greed
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So many lonely faces Scattered all around
F#min                     G         D/F#   Emin
Searching for what  they need
Chorus:
             D         A/D
Is this the world we created
    Amin/D         G/D
We made it on our own
             Bmin
Is this the world we invaded
F#min       Emin
Its all alone
(then same as Intro part II)
So it seems, In the end, Is this what, Were living for, Today,
In this world that we created.
Verse II:
You know that everyday a helpless child id born
Who needs love and care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Chorus II:
Is this the world that we created
We made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone
If theres a god, up in the sky, looking down, what must he think of what
we've done
To the world that he created.