| They said some men would be warriors
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| And some men would be kings
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| And some men would be owners of land
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| And other man-made things
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| And false love as the eternal flame
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| Would move some to think in rings
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| And gold would be our power
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| And other foolish things
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| But you who dream of liberty
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| Must not yourselves be fooled
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| Before you get to plea for freedom
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| You have agreed to be ruled
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| If the body stays a shackle
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| Then the mind remains a chain
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| That’ll link you to a destiny
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| Wherby all good souls are slain
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| And it won’t take long
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| It won’t take too long at all
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| It won’t take long, and you may say
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| «What has that got to do with me?»
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| And I say «You mean to tell me that’s all?»
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| Of three men in a desert wandering
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| One is knowing and two are scared
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| They say time is in the river
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| But the river is not there
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| Dry in spirit dry in body
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| Two will lend themselves to death
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| And in grief one weeps into his hands
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| And drinks his bitter tears
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| 'Cause it don’t take long
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| It don’t take too long at all
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| It don’t take long, and you may say
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| «I don’t know what you’re talking about,»
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| And I say «You mean to tell me that’s all?»
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| And as I stand before you now
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| I am hopeful in my rage
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| You know love has finally called for me
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| I will not wilt upon its stage
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| But still smaller than my nightmare
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| Do I print upon the page
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| Do we have to live inside its walls
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| To identify the cage?
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| 'Cause it takes so long
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| Why does it take so long
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| But it takes so long, and you may say
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| «I don’t really care what you’re talking about,»
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| And I say, «Are you trying to say you don’t belong?»
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| I am my mother’s daughter
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| But I have seen myself in you
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| It’s this blessing that I follow now
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| And so I must speak true
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| I dreamed of thousands dying
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| It was you and you and you
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| And while the city sleeps so quietly
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| There is something we must do
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| And it won’t' take long
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| It won’t take too long at all
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| It won’t take long, and you may say
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| «I don’t know if I wanna know what you’re getting at,»
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| And it makes me wanna say, «So long.»
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| Because grief will come in measures
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| Only grief alone will know
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| And you’ll see it on your family
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| On your own face it will grow
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| And they’ll try to keep you hungry
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| Then they’ll tell you to eat snow
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| You know pride can be a moving thing
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| If we learn the strength of «NO!»
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| And it won’t take long
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| It won’t take too long at all
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| It won’t take long, and you may say
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| «I don’t think this has anything to do with me,»
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| «But did you ever think you could be wrong?»
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| At noon on one day coming
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| Human strength will fill the streets
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| Of every city on our planet
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| Hear the sound of angry feet
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| With business freezed up in the harbour
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| The kings will pull upon their hair
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| And the banks will shudder to a halt
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| And the artists will be there
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| 'Cause it won’t take long
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| It won’t take too long at all
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| It won’t take long, and you may say
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| «I don’t think I can be a part of that,»
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| And it makes me want to say
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| «Don't you want to see yourself that strong?»
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| Division between the peoples
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| Will disappear that honoured day
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| And though oceans lie between us
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| Lifted candles light the way
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| Half will join their hands by moonlight
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| The rest under a rising sun
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| As underneath the sun and moon
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| A ritual’d wailing has begun
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| And it won’t take long
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| It won’t take too long at all
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| It won’t take long, and you may say
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| «I don’t know how to be a part of what you’re talking about,»
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| And it makes me want to say, «Come on!»
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| And beware you sagging diplomats
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| For you will not hear one gun
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| And though our homes be torn
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| And ransacked we will not be undone
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| For as we let ourselves be bought
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| We’re gonna let ourselves be free
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| And if you think we stand alone
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| Look again and you will see:
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| We are children in the rafters
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| We are babies in the park
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| We are lovers at the movies
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| We are candles in the dark
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| We are changes in the weather
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| We are snowflakes in July
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| We are women grown together
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| We are men who easily cry
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| We are words not quickly spoken
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| We’re the deeper side of try
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| We are dreamers in the making
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| We are not afraid of «Why? |