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Text: Youth Brigade. Care.

I see them everyday, strangers in a way
But I know them all the same
You can't see them in the light, they're obscured
from your sight
It's not a matter of wrong or right

They think there's nothing to fight for,
that there is no cause
Just live a life of pleasure without any rules or laws
Now more than ever is the time to open your eyes
Don't turn your head away,
got to keep questioning why

Care, you've got to care,
search for a way to live more than a day
Care, no one seems to care, lives are filled with hate
they resign themselves to fate

Talk about nuclear wars and all the other wrongs
Make the world a desperate place for any kind of race
Another holocaust, how can you measure the cost
With no experience how can you feel the loss


You all live in apathy,
the war won't come to your country
But what gives anyone the right
to keep the world in such a fright
I see them everyday, strangers in a way
But I know them all the same

Care, you ve got to care,
search for a way to live more than a day
Care, no one seems to care, lives are filled with hate
they resign themselves to fate
Care, you can't despair,
the madness causing fear is all that you hear
Care, you've got to care,
it's a responsibility for you and me