| justice in the hands of the ordinary
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| frustrate the plans of the dignitary
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| if we didn’t know then we wouldn’t have to care would we
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| but i saw it with my own eyes over there
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| i breathed the heavy air on the neon streets
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| underneath the stars in the far east
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| i caught her eye looking back at me
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| and tonight i can hear her sing
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| carry me home — on the wings of the dawn
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| don’t leave me alone — let me sing a new song
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| these roots grow far too deep
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| i can’t dilute this blood that i bleed
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| she’s bought and she’s sold endlessly
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| caught in the cold machine of industry
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| they’re taking beautiful and they’re making it cheap
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| squeeze the soul, break the the heart — steal the beat
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| but freedom rings hear the bells chime
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| like children sing in the spring time
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| carry me home — on the wings of the dawn
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| don’t leave me alone — let me sing a new song
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| i will wait — i will wait — for the angels — angels
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| carry me home — on the wings of the dawn
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| don’t leave me alone — let me sing a new song |