| All you peasants in the field
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| Put down your tools of steel and raise your eyes
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| All you peasants in the field
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| Put down your tools of steel and raise your eyes
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| In the wild grasses
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| As he walks up to the masses
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| He ain’t high
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| Will you stop, look, listen
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| Or will you turn away and walk right bye
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| An alarm will sound in Zion
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| Making heard a silent moan
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| An alarm will sound in Zion
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| Making heard a silent moan
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| Releasing the arrows from their bows
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| Piercing these hearts of stone
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| Joy will flood the valleys
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| And the earth will rise in song
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| Upon our tongue is a melody
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| Return the forgotten ones
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| When the minds touch the hearts
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| The waters will flood downstream
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| When the minds touch the hearts
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| The waters will flood downstream
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| Giving sight to those who can’t see
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| Through open channels and a spirit of awakening |