| I hear the crying of the hungry
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| In the deserts where they’re wandering
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| Hear them crying out for Heaven’s own
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| Benevolence upon them
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| Hear destructive power prevailing
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| I hear fools falsely hailing
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| To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear the sound of tearing pages
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| And the roar of burning paper
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| All the crimes and acquisitions
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| Turn to air and ash and vapor
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| And the rattle of the shackle
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| Far beyond emancipator
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| And the lowliest who gather in their stalls
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| So, while you sit and whistle Dixie
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| With your money and your power
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| I can hear the flowers a-growing
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| In the rubble of the towers
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| I hear leaders quit their lyin'
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| I hear babies quit their cryin'
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| I hear soldiers quit their dyin'
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| One and all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear the tender words from Zion
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| I hear Noah’s waterfall
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| Hear the gentle lamb of Judah
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| Sleeping at the feet of Buddha
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| And the prophets, from Elijah
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| To the old Paiute Wovoka
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| Take their places at the table when they’re called
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all
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| I hear them all |