| These merchants of paradise
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| Come say what you will
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| You sellers of God’s creation
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| No longer free
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| These merchants of paradise
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| You plant your signs in the minds of children
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| The ones that don’t know the names of their gods
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| You merchants of paradise
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| Somebody going to let them live their lives in peace
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| You merchants of paradise
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| Come say what you will
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| You sellers of God’s creation
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| No longer free
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| These merchants of paradise
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| You plant your minds in the minds of children
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| The ones that don’t know the games of the gods
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| You merchants of paradise
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| Somebody going to let them live their lives in peace
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| Someday they’ll go free
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| And they’ll turn to the sun
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| When they go free
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| When they say to the sun
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| When they go free
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| They will say, «Where were you?»
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| They’ll talk to the sun
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| And they’ll say, «Where were you?»
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| They’ll turn their face to the sun
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| They will say, «Where were you? |
| Where were you?»
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| They’ll cry to the sun
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| «Where were you? |
| Where were you?»
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| When they go free
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| When they go free
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| When they go free |