| Yeah
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| Life in the city
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| Yeah
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| From the Indians (Yeah)
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| We welcomed the pilgrims (Yeah)
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| And to the buffalos that once ruled the plain
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| Like the vultures in the dark clouds
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| Looking for the rain
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| Looking for the rain (Yeah)
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| I said, I’m looking for the rain
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| Yeah, I’m looking for the rai
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| Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
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| In a nation that can’t take much more (Yeah)
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| Like the forest buried underneath the highway
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| Highway
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| Never had a chance to grow
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| I never had a chance to grow
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| And now it’s Winter (Yeah)
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| Winter in America (Yeah)
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| And all the healers been killed
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| Or sent away
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| People know it’s Winter (Yeah)
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| The Constitution (Yeah)
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| A noble piece of paper, would free society
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| Struggled but then died in vain
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| And now Democracy is just ragtime on the corner
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| And we hoping for some rain
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| I’m steady hoping for some rain
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| It’s like it’s Winter (Yeah)
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| Winter in America (Yeah)
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| And all the healers been killed
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| Or sent away
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| But they know it’s Winter
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| Lord knows it’s Winter
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| Lord knows it’s Winter
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| Winter in America (Yeah)
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| And all the healers been killed
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| Or sent away
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| People know it’s Winter
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| Life in the city
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| Winter in America
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| Life in the city
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| Winter in America
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| Winter, Winter
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| Winter, Winter |