Shaina Taub: “Where Are the Grownups?” and “Huddled Masses” | Shaina Taub | TEDxBroadway

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projects I’m so inspired it’s inspired
I’ve been watching this all day so
musical interlude the bully has taken
the playground the smallest trembling
and fear everyone’s yelling and shoving
and I’m standing here I’m waiting for
them to come runnin aren’t they supposed
to arrive where are the grown-ups to
save the day where are the grown-up to
make it okay
somebody’s gotta come clean this mess
off the floor where are the grown-ups
we’ve been waiting for
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where are the grown-up
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bully is building the fortress for only
his friends at the time he slammin the
rest into lockers please make him stop
I’m looking around for an answer I
thought they’d be here by now
where are the grown-ups to save the day
you are the grown-up to make it okay
somebody’s gotta come clean this mess up
the floor
where are the grown-ups we’ve been
waiting for where are the groaner
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you kidding on my lap won’t stop crying
she’s scared of the man on TV her little
eyes widen with worry she turns to me
she’s looking around for an answer and
now I have mine
we are the grown-ups to save the day we
are the grown-up to show us away we’re
not gonna take this bully anymore
we are the grown-ups we’ve been waiting
for my god we are the grown-ups
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we are the grown-ups so what are we
waiting thank you
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the once was a little boy who dreamed of
preaching the gospel truth
he lived in a country with an evil king
who was killing all the youth his family
fled the country in search of freedoms
flame
he was raised as a refugee Jesus was his
name
give me your tired your poor your
huddled masses on your teeming Shore
yearning to breathe free
save all to me give me your tired your
poor your huddled masses on the teeming
Shore I lift my lamp beside the Golden
Door remember what I stands you for
that once was a little girl who dreamed
of being a writer she lived in country
with an evil king who burned people who
prayed like her family title fled to
keep their kid alive and was raised a
refugee just heard idly survived
give me your tired your poor your
huddled masses on your teeming Shore
yearning to breathe free shame to me
give me your tired your poor your
huddled masses on your teeming Shore I
lift my lamp beside the Golden Door
remember would I stand here for
the once was a young man who dreamed of
earning his degree
lived in a country with an evil king or
bombed his family he flew to eat job
order to start his rifle new he’s
detained today JFK we did not let him
through whoa let him come through give
me your tired your poor your huddled
masses on your teeming Shore yearning to
breathe free
welcomes Christians Jews and more every
child flee and hate and war I lift my
lamp beside the Golden Door and I
forever
lift my lamp beside the Golden Door
remember what a stands you for thank you
so much
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