| When I was young you said to me
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| How I would grow to find
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| A world of hope and wonder
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| That you would leave behind
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| So now I look around me
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| I see where you were wrong
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| The tears that flow for equal rights
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| Have fallen far too long
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| Way down south in the township
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| Way down south in the plain
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| Does the sun still rise on the land of lies
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| Every day in fear, every day in shame
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| And I was told no man was judged
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| By color or by creed
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| So why do some have streets of gold
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| While others only need
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| No, you cannot tell me
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| There is pride in fearing pain
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| A nation born in a country torn
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| I know the rightful claim
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| Way down south in the township
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| Way down south in the plain
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| Does the sun still rise on the land of lies
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| Every day in fear, every day in shame
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| Take away the newsreel
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| And take the world to task
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| One man one vote as nations quote
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| Is that too much to ask
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| And now I look around me
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| I see where you were wrong
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| The tears that flow for equal rights
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| Have fallen far too long
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| Way down south in the township
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| Way down south in the plain
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| Does the sun still rise on the land of lies
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| Every day in fear, every day in shame |