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Her face is cracked from smiling |
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All the fears that she's been hiding |
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And it seems pretty soon ev'rybody's gonna know. |
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And her voice is sore from shouting |
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Cheering winners who are losing |
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And she worries if their days are few |
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And soon they'll have to go. |
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*my my my i'm so happy |
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I'm gonna join the band |
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We are gonna dance and sing in celebration |
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We are in the promised land. |
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She hears them talk of new ways |
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To protect the home she lives in, |
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Then she wonders what it's all about |
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When they break down the door. |
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Her name is brown or white or black, |
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You know her very well, |
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You hear her cries of mercy |
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As the winners toll the bell. |
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* chorus |
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There is a train that leaves the station |
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Heading for your destination, |
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But the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more. |
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Yes, it has! |
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And if you walk you're gonna get there |
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Tho' it takes a little longer, |
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And when you see it in the distance |
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You will wring your hands and moan |
