| Darling, darling would you please
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| Come down to the river
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| Where I wash my feet
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| The water runs cold
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| Over soft blue stones
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| And the trees sing songs
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| While the wind blows on
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| Come on, sing oh
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| Sister, sister with your long face
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| Could you not find hope
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| In this green of a place
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| The worries of your world
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| Not the worries of your soul
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| We’ll drink with our friends
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| Til the sun comes up again
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| Come on, sing oh
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| Children, children we are taught to believe
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| We lose that faith, then we loose everything
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| Come on, come on with the war still going
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| We could change their minds if we sing it this time
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| Children, children will you not soon be
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| Shooting bullets in the dark just to call yourselves free
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| I don’t believe in the powers that be
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| They can claim their gods, but they steal and they rob from us
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| Are we not raised
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| Thinking money buys things that we need
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| I believe, to this day
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| Woman on the streets, whispering to her feet
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| Driven mad by a place full of noise and concrete
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| Water brings life, I ask then why
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| Do we drink our streams dry
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| Claiming all is well and right
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| I guess it is then
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| Children, children we are taught to believe
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| We lose that faith, then we loose everything
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| Come on, come on with the war still going
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| We could change their minds if we sing it this time
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| Children, children will you not soon be
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| Shooting bullets in the dark just to call yourselves free
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| I don’t believe in the powers that be
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| They can claim their gods, but they steal and they rob from us |