| In times like these when night surrounds me
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| And I am weary and my heart is worn
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| When the songs they’re singing don’t mean nothing
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| Just cheap refrains play on and on
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| The storm is here the lightning flashes
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| Between commercials they’re taking names
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| The singers run to where the cash is
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| Just another link in slavery’s chain
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| I see the storm clouds rise above me
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| The sky is dark and the night has come
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| I walk alone along this highway
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| Where strangers gather one by one
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| Interlude
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| When leaders profit from deep divisions
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| When the tears of friends remain unsung
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| In times like these it’s good to remember
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| These times will go in times to come
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| I see the storm clouds rise above me
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| The sky is dark and the night has come
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| I walk alone along this highway
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| Where friends have gathered one by one
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| I know the storm will soon be over
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| The howling winds will cease to be
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| I walk with friends from every nation
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| On freedom’s highway in times like these |