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God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground |
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God, there's a hangman that wants to come around |
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How we rise when we're born |
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Like the ravens in the corn |
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On their wings, on our knees |
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Crawling careless from the sea |
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God give us love in the time that we have |
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God give us love in the time that we have |
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God, there guns growing out of our bones |
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God, every road takes us farther from home |
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All these men that you made |
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How we wither in the shade |
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Of your trees, on your wings |
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We are carried to the sea |
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God give us love in the time that we have |
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God give us love in the time that we have |
