| Don’t really have the courage
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| To stand where I must stand
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| Don’t really have the temperament
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| To lend a helping hand
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| Don’t really know who sent me
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| To raise my voice and say:
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| Shine on the truth some day
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| I don’t know why I’ve come here
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| Knowing as I do
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| What you really think of me
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| What I really think of you
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| For the millions in the prison
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| That wealth has set apart —
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| For the Christ who has not risen
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| From the caverns of the heart —
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| For the innermost decision
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| That we cannot but obey —
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| For what’s left of our religion
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| I lift my voice and pray:
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| May the light in The Land of Plenty
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| May the light in The Land of Plenty
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| Shine on the truth some day
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| I know I said I’d meet you
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| I’d meet you at the store
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| But I can’t buy it, baby
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| I can’t buy it anymore
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| And I don’t really know who sent me
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| To raise my voice and say:
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| Shine on the truth some day
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| For the innermost decision
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| That we cannot but obey
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| For what’s left of our religion
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| I lift my voice and pray:
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| May the lights in The Land of Plenty
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| Shine on the truth some day
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| (May the lights, may the lights) |