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I have been to the city with the golden gate |
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But they would not let me in |
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I have heard the horn of the prophet ring |
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But still the poor they will remain |
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On the walls in shopping malls |
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I see images of Bob Marley |
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Still roman soldiers are outside |
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Slaying black youths of the nation |
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But this is not the end |
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Don't be so vain |
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This is not the end |
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Don't talk to me of the MTV |
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That is not the highest region |
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Let's chase the money changers from the temple yard |
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With a chord of heavy leather |
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On the walls of trucking stalls |
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I see the image of Jesus Christ |
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Still Pharisees sit up on a high seat |
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Making laws to kill the poor |
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But this is not the end |
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Don't be afraid |
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This is not the end |
