| Love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day
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| They sang as they swayed in the pews
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| Sang with love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day as they joined up to pray
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| Think of the power of song
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| And the history it brings along
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| And i can almost see sights
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| Of some hot Southern nights
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| Through blood rain tears will shine
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| Every night and by day
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| With love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day
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| They sang as they swayed in the pews
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| Sang with love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day as they joined up to pray
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| I’m hearin' some old singer sing
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| A song that out tale-tellers bring
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| It has been sung
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| Through cracked jaws, swollen tongues
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| In the land of the freed
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| Where they sang freedom rings
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| With love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day
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| They sang as they swayed in the pews
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| Sang with love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day as they joined up to pray
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| So now that I see where I am
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| I see race still determines
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| The bless from the damned
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| And the greatest of all historical shams
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| Is believing you cannot do something you can
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| So it’s love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day
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| They sang as they swayed in the pews
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| Sang with love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day as they joined up to pray
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| And it’s love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day
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| They sang as they swayed in the pews
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| Love, love and rage
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| Soon be the day as they joined up to pray |