| Take away your paper and pen
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| Stacks of money and your foolish grin and go
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| Take away your greedy way
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| Take away the games to play and go
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| See the woman standing at the door
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| World gone by, again and again
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| See the blisters growing on her feet
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| World pushed on, pushed on
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| World gone by…
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| Take away your companies,
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| Take away your societies and go
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| Get me off this backwards ride
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| Take away your ficticious book of facts
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| See the woman standing at the door
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| World gone by, again and again
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| See the blisters growing on her feet
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| World pushed on, pushed on
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| World gone by…
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| I wouldn’t want to be
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| Living in a world of ecstasy
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| With you
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| Wasted arms, wasted legs
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| Wrapped around this machine
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| Military machine
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| Military machine
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| Military machine…
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| I wouldn’t want to be
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| Living in a world of ecstasy
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| With you
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| Send Me On My Way
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| I would like to reach out my hand
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| I may see you, I may tell you to run
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| Pick me up with a golden hand
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| I would like to hold my little hand
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| How we will run, we will…
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| How we will crawl, we will…
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| Send me on my way
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| Cruel Sun
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| See the bloody faces
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| Lifted to the sky
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| Do you want to run
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| To a future left behind?
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| I remember asking why
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| There lies agession
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| Seperation where there should be love
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| Power plays while the people die
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| Let it rain and protect us from this cruel sun
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| Open up your eyes
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| And feel it burn
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| Open up your eyes
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| And let the child learn
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| Why
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| Does war kill only the small?
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| And why
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| Does war kill only the small?
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| Empty where no one (?)
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| Yes, no one
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| Where no, no, no…
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| Cat Turned Blue
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| What is that you said?
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| You gotta whistle in the wind
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| Blow down, blow down
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| Fear for me and I will fear for you
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| Fear
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| Fear whistles in the windows I blow down
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| Been shakin' the law, daddy long-leg-a
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| Breakin' the dawn
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| Baby, when the cat turned blue
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| Are you breakin' the dawn, daddy long-leg-a?
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| Daddy-li-dawn
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| Are you breakin' the dawn, daddy long-leg-a?
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| Law?
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| Beautiful People
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| Come and hear the funeral marching
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| Maybe this is your suicide
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| Maybe this is more pure
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| Pure than simple
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| Maybe this is all I have for home
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| Why have all beautiful people
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| Brushed you on down?
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| And brushed you on down?
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| I saw the shame inside your addiction,
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| Waitin' to see what was passed on by.
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| I saw the shame and wondered why
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| I should live, and die.
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| Leave a note and tell me,
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| Leave a note and tell me why.
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| Martyr
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| Hey mister can you help me sir, I plea, plea for your sympathy
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| Words came bounding astern again
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| Your horizons, well, they crowd up my chin
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| I start to drown in your vision
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| I look through your windows as they flew through the air
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| I was there swelling in your pool of aggression
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| How long should we play the martyr?
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| Hey mister come down and see, see your misery
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| Words came bounding astern again
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| Your horizons they shed my skin
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| Open wide to my spirit
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| I look through your windows as they flew through the air
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| All I could find was a river in pieces
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| How long should we play the martyr?
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| Rain
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| Build a barn Joe
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| Raise a barn yourself
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| Rain gonna fall
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| Rain gonna fall
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| Rain, rain, gonna down on your head
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| Rain, rain, gonna fall
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| Build a barn Joe and you can
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| Raise the barn yourself
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| If you kick the sun down
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| Food & Creative Love
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| Big kindly hand struck me down
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| Didn’t look away and lord I hit the ground
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| Blood started to flow
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| Blood started to flow
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| Big hand, well here it comes again
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| I wanna heal, yeah
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| Leap from the wounds of your fear
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| Big hand gave blow,
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| I stumbled down
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| I stumbled down, as you are
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| Blood started to flow
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| Blood started to flow
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| Big hand, here it comes again
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| I wanna heal, yeah
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| All I want is food and creative love |