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One day I'd like to be rich and famous |
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Maybe be funny like Andy and Ames |
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Be on TV and sing like Stevie |
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And have a girl who'd never leave me |
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But I'd really like a place |
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where there could be no war |
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A bright and shiny world where there ain't no poor |
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Where there's opportunity, peace and unity |
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Where people can be what they want to be |
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And where Apartheid could never happen again |
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Where people don't judge you by the color of your skin |
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Where I hold your hand and you hold mine |
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Where a helpful hand is never hard to find |
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A place where people care |
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Where no one could bear |
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When someone's hungry, with nothin' there |
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Where the heart is never cold |
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The young are never needy, |
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The old are never poor, |
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And the rich are never greedy |
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So bring the power to the people |
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The people to the power |
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Cuz now is the time, this is the hour |
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To stop thinkin' about war start thinkin' about peace |
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So on this life, we can get another lease |
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With a lesson to learn |
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A new direction to turn |
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So we can take it to the sky where we belong |
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Cuz 'fore to long, we been to wrong |
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We've got the right notes |
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But we play the wrong song |
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Stop thinkin' with your wallet |
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Think with your mind |
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So we can move ahead |
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Instead of behind |
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We got the people selling drugs |
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People are dying |
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Politicians talking and we know they're lyin' |
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Taxes for the poor, none for the rich |
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People starvin' here in American |
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Now ain't that a bummer |
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And now my heats been turned off |
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From my job, I've been laid off |
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What am I gonna do? |
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Well, is the shape I'm in |
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Because of my dark skin? |
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Now I know that can't be true |
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But since we're all down here |
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Let's work to make it better |
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Do our best for what it's worth |
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But you know the rules are bent |
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When you have to pay rent |
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Just to live on earth |
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Talk about justice |
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We're gonna do something now |
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That's gonna be really slick |
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We're gonna listen to Mr. Fleck and Chick |
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I'm gonna say one more thing |
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Then I'll get outta your face |
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How 'bout a sound |
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With a little bass |
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And we got missiles on the ground |
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Lasers in space |
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Underground shelters, just in case |
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That something goes boom |
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Certain doom |
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Cuz in our hearts we didn't make enough room |
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For the love |
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It comes from up above |
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Let's stop talking war |
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And let's offer the dove |
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Cuz when it's done it's over |
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When it's over, it's done |
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We look back at the wars |
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And see nobobdy won |
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It's time to make a better place |
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For out daughters and our sons |
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Or life will be a blast |
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Pardon the pun |
