| I have a dream
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| A vision, mine to save the world
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| If they hadn’t killed him so easily
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| California to New York
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| His words inspired many
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| Weary sorrowful people to live again
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| We ain’t what we ought to be, we ain’t what we wanna be
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| And we ain’t what we’re gonna be, but thank God we ain’t what we was!
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| So dark is my prison
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| Yet I still hear his final words
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| It’s a haven of freedom and unity
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| Say, brothers and sisters
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| Have you got something that you’ve got (?)
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| So you can live again
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| Then we shall not be moved
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| We ain’t what we ought to be, we ain’t what we wanna be
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| And we ain’t what we’re gonna be, but thank God we ain’t what we was!
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| We ain’t what we ought to be, we ain’t what we wanna be
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| And we ain’t what we’re gonna be, but thank God we ain’t what we was!
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| I have a dream
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| His vision, mine to save the world
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| If they hadn’t killed him so easily
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| Say, brothers and sisters
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| Have you got something that you’ve got (?)
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| So you can live again
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| Then we shall not be moved…
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| We shall not be moved…
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| We shall not be moved… |