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There was a man named Hatma Gandi |
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He would not bow down he would not fight |
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He knew the deal was down and dirty |
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And nothing wrong could make it right away |
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But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay |
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Just another holy man who tried to be a friend |
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My God, they killed him. |
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Another man from Atlanta, Georgia |
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By name of Martin Luther King |
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He shook the land like the rolling thunder |
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And made the bells of freedom ring today |
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With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away |
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Just another holy man who dared to make a stand |
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My God, they killed him. |
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The only Son of God Almighty |
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The holy one called Jesus Christ |
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He healed the lame and fed the hungry |
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And for his love they took his life away |
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On the road to glory where the story never ends |
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Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand |
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My God, they killed him. |
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There was a man named Mahatma Gandi |
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A man named Martin Luther King |
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The only Son of God Almighty |
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The only one called Jesus Christ |
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On the road to glory where the story never ends |
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Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand |
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My God, they killed him. |
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There was a man named Mahatma Gandi |
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A man named Martin Luther King |
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The only Son of God Almighty |
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The only one called Jesus Christ |
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On the road to glory where the story never ends |
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Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand |
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My God, they killed him. |
