| Don’t need a bandaid for my bullet hole
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| Don’t need a brand name pharmaceutical
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| Lend me a hand, stay with me in the cold
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| Oh show me the plan, the way back to the beautiful
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| Don’t need an AK or an A-bomb
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| I need you with me here now, need you to stay long
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| All I got’s a melody, all I’ve got is a song
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| I can make it if you keep telling me to stay strong
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| I’m a soul inside a body
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| I’m not a commodity no oh
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| Untie me I’ve gotta be let go
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| Don’t let em own me, don’t let em use me
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| Put a pen in my hands and not an uzi
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| I’m dreaming of the sweet sound of liberty
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| A railroad underground to deliver me
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| Give me six strings not a six gun
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| Can anybody fix me, no physicians
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| Carry me on six wings to the sixth rung
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| On the sides of the north in the city of the bright ones
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| I’m a soul inside a body
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| I’m not a commodity no oh
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| Untie me I’ve gotta be let go
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| Take my hand, lead me out of the night
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| Take my hand, lead me into the light
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| I’m a soul inside a body
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| I’m not a commodity no oh
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| Untie me I’ve gotta be let go
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| I’m not a commodity no oh
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| Untie me I’ve gotta be let go |