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How can I turn away |
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Brother/Sister go dancing |
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Through my head |
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Human as to human |
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The future is no place |
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To place your better days |
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Cry freedom cry |
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From a crowd 10,000 wide |
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Hope laid upon hope |
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That this crowd will not subside |
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Let this flag burn to dust |
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And a new a fair design be raised |
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While we wait head in hands |
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Hands in prayer |
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And fall into a dreamless sleep again |
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And we wave our hands |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But gold between divide us |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But fear between divide us |
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All slip away |
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There was a window and by it stood |
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A mirror in which |
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He could see himself |
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He thought of something |
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Something he had never had but hoped would come along |
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Cry freedom, cry |
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From deep inside |
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Where we are all confined |
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While we wave hands in fire |
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Wave our hands |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But gold between divide us |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But fear between divide us, |
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Slip away |
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In this room stood a little child |
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And in this room this little child |
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She would remain |
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Until someone might decide |
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To dance this little child |
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Across this hall |
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Into a cold, dark, space |
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Where she might never trace her way across this crooked mile |
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Across this crooked page |
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Cry freedom, cry |
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From deep inside where |
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We are all confined |
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Till we wave our hands |
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How can I turn away |
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Brother/Sister go dancing |
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Through my head |
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Human as to human |
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The future is no place |
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To place your better days |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But gold between divide us |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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But fear between divide us |
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Hands and feet are all alike |
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Hear what I say |
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Hear what I say |
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Oh, so be it |
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How can I turn away |
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Brother/Sister go dancing |
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Through my head |
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Human as to human |
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The future is no place |
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To place your better days |
