| All of ye fallen, fathers and mothers
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| I hear you callin, from deep in your graves.
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| Songs about Jesus, songs about freedom,
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| Shackles and crosses, and the way blood behaves.
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| Sailed the great ocean, sold down the river,
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| White fields of cotton, and great fields of cain.
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| The sweat from my body, the tears of our children,
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| Washed in the blood, and the promise land rain.
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| A brother fought brother, on ground we now hallow,
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| Said hallelujahs, the angels did sing.
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| The promise is buried, and fields that lay fallow.
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| The bell is still broken, so let freedom ring.
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| All the dreams of the dreamers, oh misbegotten.
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| Cause momma’s still cryin, for the dyin and dead.
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| And the war rages on, and the whole thing is rotten.
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| And the blood we all bleed, is the same shade of red. |