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Wind is in the east |
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Stare at us eyes in wonder |
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Like beggars at a feast |
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We can't even, count the number |
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What you gonna do? |
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Send them table scraps we're leaving |
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One who care are few |
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Most spend there time, with useless meaning |
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Dear father, |
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Do you think that it will be alright? |
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Tell me mother, |
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Will we make it through? |
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We make it through the hungry night. |
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Somewhere in the west |
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Gold teeth, but sometime is gleaming |
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We know we are the best |
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Even know, the beasts lie screaming |
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We've got power to spare |
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A new clear day |
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Is dawning they say |
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But tell us, don't you dare |
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The piper has a price that we pay |
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Dear preacher, |
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Do you think that we'll see the light? |
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Tell me teacher, |
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Well we make it through? |
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We make it through the darkest night. |
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Two faces in the south |
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The first one has a look of |
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With fine words in his mouth |
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His heart is black, |
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As ghetto chimneys |
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What you gonna do? |
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To hide the shame, |
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Contain their anger. |
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What you gonna say? |
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You walk the line, of constant danger |
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Dear brother, |
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You think we'll have to stand and fight? |
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Tell me sister, Will we make it through? |
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We make it through the longest night. |
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Dear father, |
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Do you think it's gonna be alright? |
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Tell me teacher, |
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Do you think that we'll see the light? |
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Tell me brother, |
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You think we'll have to stand and fight? |
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Tell me sister, |
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Will we make it through? |
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Make it through the longest night. |
