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Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets |
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some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets |
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Don't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away |
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Don't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today |
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Time to end the praying |
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Listen what they're saying |
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Get up off your knees |
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You can wag your finger till your finger's sore |
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Shake your head till it shakes no more |
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Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers |
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Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers |
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What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today |
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There's no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray |
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Time to end the praying |
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Listen what they're saying |
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Get up off your knees |
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You can wag your finger till your finger's sore |
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Shake your head till it shakes no more |
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Countries will be countries, borders will be borders |
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Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders |
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Don't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away |
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Don't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today |
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Time to end the praying |
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Listen what they're saying |
