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I had a dream, |
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Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon |
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I was trespassing a sacred garden |
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And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy |
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And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark |
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And his mother would fast and pray at his feet |
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The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed |
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He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin |
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Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring |
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He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned |
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And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept |
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Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat |
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He had eaten flowers, fell burning |
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Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair |
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He was whispering into his |
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God's earLet the children be so, let children be so |
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And the lamplight flickered, flickered |
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And his mother withered like |
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JobAnd he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell |
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And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call |
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And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy |
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And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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Gandhi, Gandhi, |
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Gandhi, Gandhi |
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I had a dream |
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Mr. King, well, beg my pardon |
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I was trespassing the sacred garden |
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And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy |
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And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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Hey, little man, awake from your slumber |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
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He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind |
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Was mercurial, was mercurial |
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As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust |
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Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor |
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Long live revolution and the spinning wheel |
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And a handful of salt and a handful of salt |
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And the untouchables felt like candy |
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They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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The children of |
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God with hands full of candy |
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They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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Feel our woes, man of the giving |
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Rejoin the living, rejoin the living |
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Awake from the net where you've been sleeping |
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And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair |
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And the burning flowers from the young girls |
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Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy |
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The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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Awake little man, awake from your slumber |
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And get 'em with the numbers |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
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One, two, three, four hundred thousand million |
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People, people, people, people |
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Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber |
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Awake from your slumber |
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And get 'em with the numbers |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
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Long live revolution and the spinning wheel |
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Awake, awake is the mighty appeal |
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Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber |
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And get 'em with the numbers |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
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I had a dream |
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Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon |
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I was trespassing the sacred garden |
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And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy |
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And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi" |
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Gandhi, Gandhi |
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Awake from your slumber |
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Awake from your slumber |
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And get 'em with the numbers |
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Get 'em with the numbers |
