| Her face is cracked from smiling,
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| All the fears that shes been hiding,
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| And it seems pretty soon evrybodys gonna know.
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| And her voice is sore from shouting,
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| Cheering winners who are losing,
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| And she worries if their days are few
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| And soon theyll have to go.
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| Im gonna join the band,
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| We are gonna dance and sing and celebration,
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| We are in the promised land.
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| She hears them talk of new ways
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| To protect the home she lives in,
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| Then she wonders what its all about
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| When they break down the door.
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| Her name is brown or white or black,
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| You know her very well,
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| You hear her cries of mercy
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| As the winners toll the bell.
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| There is a train that leaves the station
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| Heading for your destination,
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| But the price you pay has increased a dollar more.
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| Yes, it has!
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| And if you walk youre gonna get there
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| Tho it takes a little longer,
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| And when you see it in the distance
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| You will wring your hands and moan. |