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From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims |
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And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains |
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Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds |
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Looking for the rain |
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Looking for the rain |
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Just like the cities staggered on the coastline |
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Living in a nation that just can't stand much more |
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Like the forest buried beneath the highway |
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Never had a chance to grow |
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Never had a chance to grow |
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And now it's winter |
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Winter in |
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America Yes and all of the healers have been killed |
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Or sent away, yeah |
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But the people know, the people know |
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It's winter |
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Winter in |
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America And ain't nobody fighting ' |
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Cause nobody knows what to save |
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Save your soul, |
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Lord knows |
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From Winter in |
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America The |
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Constitution |
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A noble piece of paper |
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With free society |
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Struggled but it died in vain |
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And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner |
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Hoping for some rain |
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Looks like it's hoping |
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Hoping for some rain |
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And I see the robins |
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Perched in barren treetops |
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Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor |
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But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams |
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Never had a chance to grow |
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Never had a chance to grow |
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And now it's winter |
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It's winter in |
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America And all of the healers have been killed |
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Or been betrayed |
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Yeah, but the people know, people know |
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It's winter, |
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Lord knows |
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It's winter in |
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America And ain't nobody fighting |
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Cause nobody knows what to save |
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Save your souls |
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From Winter in |
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America And now it's winter |
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Winter in |
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America And all of the healers done been killed or sent away |
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Yeah, and the people know, people know |
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It's winter |
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Winter in |
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America And ain't nobody fighting |
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Cause nobody knows what to save |
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And ain't nobody fighting |
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Cause nobody knows, nobody knows |
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And ain't nobody fighting |
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Cause nobody knows what to save |
