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* Twenty-five years and my life is still |
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Trying to get up that great big hill of hope |
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For a destination |
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And I realized quickly when I knew I should |
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That the world was made up of |
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This brotherhood of man |
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For whatever that means |
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** And so I cry sometimes |
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When I'm lying in bed |
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Just to get it all out |
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What's in my head |
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And I am feeling a little peculiar |
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And so I wake in the morning |
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And I step outside |
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And I take a deep breath and I get real high |
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And I scream at the top of my lungs |
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What's going on? |
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And I say, hey hey hey hey |
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I said hey, what's going on? |
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Ooh, ooh ooh |
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And I try, oh my god do I try |
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I try all the time, in this institution |
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And I pray, oh my god do I pray |
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I pray every single day |
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For a revolution. |
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** repeat |
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* repeat |
