| At my house I’ve got no shackles
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| You can come and look if you want to
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| In the halls you’ll see the mantles
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| Where the light shines dim all around you
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| And the streets are paved with gold and if
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| Someone asks you, you can call my name
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| You are just a thought that someone
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| Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
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| And it’s so for real to touch
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| To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
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| And the streets are paved with gold and if
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| Someone asks you, you can call my name
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| You can call my name
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| I hear you calling my name, yeah
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| All right now!
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| By the time that I’m through singing
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| The bells from the schools and walls will be ringing
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| More confusions, blood transfusions
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| The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
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| And the water’s turned to blood, and if
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| You don’t think so
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| Go turn on your tub
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| And if it’s mixed with mud
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| You’ll see it turn to gray
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| And you can call my name
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| I hear you calling my name |