| A fear of falling a fear that I could
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| From a place high above my stars well I would
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| Be a liar to say I’m not scared anymore
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| With a fear of falling on down to the floor
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| To the floor these have-nots
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| And haves divide for table scraps
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| And lantern light and on this spot
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| At last unite side by side by side
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| A fear of losing this war is enough
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| That I hold my head some days in my gloves
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| And I wait for this Stone Age to slow to a stall
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| But I fear we’re nowhere near to a crawl
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| To a crawl these have-nots
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| And haves divide for table scraps
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| And lantern light and on this spot
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| At last unite side by side by side
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| By side
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| Side by side
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| I gotta tell you there’s dissension in the soup lines
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| For they don’t have much to show
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| And if you don’t believe you’re standing on a land mine
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| You’ll just have to wait till it blows
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| You’ll just have to wait till it blows
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| Blows
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| To the floor these have-nots
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| And haves divide for table scraps
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| And lantern light and on this spot
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| At last unite side by side by side
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| By side
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| Side by side by side
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| By side
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| Side by side by side
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| By side
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| Side by side by side
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| I gotta tell you
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| I gotta tell you
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| I gotta tell you
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| Side by side by side
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| Side by side by side
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| Side by side by side
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| Side by side by side
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| Side by side |