| I saw judas iscariot, with a bottle of wine
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| Talkin suicide with an old friend of mine
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| They gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks
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| And a woman cried out when is god comin' back?
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| And they pretended not to notice
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| They came down hard on the weak
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| Causing war and starvation, refusing
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| To let them speak
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| For every mountain i climb
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| For every river that winds
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| For every wind that will blow
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| I will send out my prayers
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| For the children below
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| I saw crazy horse walkin' alone in the dark
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| On the streets paved in blood
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| On his broken heart
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| He never dreamed it would turn out like this
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| They pretend that they just don’t see
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| They are blinded in their own mediocrity
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| They got their trophies and their cars
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| And their houses on the hill
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| And they don’t really care
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| That their wars are a killin' me
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| For every child that follows the dream
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| With ten thousand angels they’ll fly
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| No one will force them to run
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| They will stand up and fight
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| Till the battle is won |