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Oh uh, |
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I see fingers, hands and shades of faces, |
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Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land, |
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I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin, |
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Oh,Lord, please give us a helpin' hand, |
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Yeah yeah |
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Way down in the background, |
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I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin, |
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And all across the water,baby, |
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I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death, |
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And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselves, |
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Laughin' they sayin', |
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Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess |
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Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink, |
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I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor, |
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But as far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me |
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Brother sell me, and don't worry about lookin at the score |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |