| My dear old friend, it’s you we need
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| There’s blood in the gutters and fear in the street
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| How long we fight for a change that never comes
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| Oh, in some ways it’s the same, but tonight the crowd they came
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| Fists in the air, candles and vigils
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| Cracked dreams held together with curses and wishes
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| But how long’s it been since you been outside
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| How long’s it been since you open your eyes
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| Cuz I’ve been to the line and it’s all right there
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| And I cannot wait to get on from here
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| Arms bent back and black jack welt
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| Involuntary tears and the tears we felt
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| Does it always have to get worse before it gets better
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| Oh, in some ways it’s the same, but tonight the crowd they came
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| Fists in the air, candles and vigils
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| Cracked dreams held together with curses and wishes
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| But how long’s it been since you been outside
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| How long’s it been since you open your eyes
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| Cuz I’ve been to the line and it’s all right there
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| And I cannot wait to get on from here
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| Oh, Virgil Caine where are you now
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| Did they bury the hatewhen they buried the south
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| You got to tell the spirits mystics of tomorrow
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| That in some ways it’s the same, but tonight the crowd they came
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| Fists in the air, candles and vigils
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| Cracked dreams held together with curses and wishes
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| But how long’s it been since you been outside
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| How long’s it been since you open your eyes
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| I’ve been to the line and it’s all right there
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| And I cannot wait to get on from here |