I see heaps of garbage, roads broken too
I see them doom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see lots of traffic and smoke grey & white
The hot humid day, the dark scary night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the blood not so pretty to look by
Fear on the faces of people going to die
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