| There far out by the spires
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| There should be a leader
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| Who kept them all in green and red
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| Should not be allowed to be free
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| Cause this land of mine beats still
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| The place would rise above us
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| To tear your roots from out the earth
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| And man-made fruits don’t suit me
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| Ahhh good country
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| Seeds above us
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| Kiss this child and he’ll surely wake up
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| I don’t care if
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| I don’t wake up
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| You’ll kiss me and I’ll surely wake up
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| Ahhh good country
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| Trees above us
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| Mountain lions gonna surely wake up
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| Child won’t fret if
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| He does wake up
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| You’ll see me and we’ll surely make up
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| Ahhh good country
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| Seeds below us
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| Kiss this child and he’ll surely wake up
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| Don’t you fret if
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| I will wake up
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| They’ll see you then they’ll surely make up |