| The happy time
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| All our people are here
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| All the gifts that they bring
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| All the songs that we sing
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| Hollow blessings will ring
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| The killing time
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| All the bystanders hide
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| Everything on the slide
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| Mad and tired inside
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| Still a laugh of false pride
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| Would it take that pretty smile away from your face
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| Would it turn that pretty laughter into tears
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| Is there still a need for sorrow in the promised land
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| Will there always be tomorrow in the promised land
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| Well there’s just too many things I’m afraid to ask
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| Lying time
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| No more thought for a vow
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| One more break of a bough
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| One more voice asking how
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| Who is listening now
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| Would it take that pretty smile away from your face
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| Would it turn that pretty laughter into tears
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| Is there still a need for sorrow in the promised land
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| Will there always be tomorrow in the promised land
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| Well there’s just too many things I’m afraid to ask
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| Money time
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| One more judge takes his price
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| One more room filled with ice
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| And sadistical vice
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| One more child without voice
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| Would it take that pretty smile away from your face
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| Would it turn that pretty laughter into tears
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| Is there still a need for sorrow in the promised land
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| Will there always be tomorrow in the promised land
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| Well there’s just too many things I’m afraid to ask
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| Is there still a need for sorrow in the promised land
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| Will there always be tomorrow in the promised land
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| Well there’s just too many things I’m afraid to ask |