| I have no time to spend with you
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| You talk of nothing, what can you do?
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| You live like kings and you know it’s true
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| That if famine crossed the waters that’d be the end of you
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| I’ve heard of people who till the earth
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| Who sow their seeds for what they’re worth
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| Who cry for rain all summer long
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| And weep for the day when winter’s passed and gone
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| If cherry trees bore fruit of gold
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| The birds would die, their wings would fold
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| They’d sing no more their song of love
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| Nor await the morning sun that lights the sky above
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| If war returns like it did before
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| A kiddy’s penny would be no more
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| They’d cry for love and their candy too
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| But a kiddy’s wants are nothing 'till killin' days are thru'
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| So drink your fill, be happy now
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| The times will change and you’ll wonder how
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| A man could die from lack of food
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| But you don’t give a damn, no reason why you should |