| Too long, too long, too long
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| Too long, too long
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| Hey, I say lonelyness for my company
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| Tears for my coffee
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| Sorrows for my bread
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| Tickles and thorns for my bed to but
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom yes
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom
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| (but) When will it be, when will it be?
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| When will it be, when will it be?
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| Too long, too long, too long
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| Too long, too long
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom yes
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom
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| (but) When will it be, when will it be?
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| When will it be, when will it be?
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| Way over yonder, the flowers of happiness
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| Blooming so slow, blooming slow but sure, yes
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom
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| But when will it be, when will it be?
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| When will it be, when will it be?
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| You by hypocrites back sliders oh
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| A wa dem a go do, when the tables turn
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| A wa dem a go do, when we hold the handle
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| And then them hold the blade
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| When will it be, when will it be?
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| When will it be, when will it be?
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| I know we gonna walk the streets of freedom yes… |