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(Joseph) |
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Seven years of bumper crops are on their way |
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Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay |
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Your farms will boom, there won't be room |
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To store the surplus food you grow |
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After that, the future doesn't look so bright |
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Egypt's luck will change completely overnight |
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And famine's hand will stalk the land |
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With food an all-time low |
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Noble king, there is no doubt |
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What your dreams are all about |
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All these things you saw in your pajamas |
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Are a long-range forecast for your farmers |
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And I'm sure it's crossed your mind |
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What it is you have to find |
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Find a man to lead you through the famine |
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With a flair for economic planning |
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But who this man could be I just don't know |
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Who this man could be I just don't know |
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Who this man could be I just don't know |
