| Happy birthday to you
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| Happy birthday to you
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| Happy birthday, happy birthday
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| Happy birthday to you
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| A few years ago on my birthday
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| I had just become twenty one
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| (I remember)
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| I had a lot to live, said I had a lot to give
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| Til a man comes to give me a gun
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| And though that war he sent me to
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| Didn’t claim me
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| If I’m bitter don’t blame me
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| It’s just my soul responding
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| Don’t you try to tell me I’m un-patriotic
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| I deserve an explanation
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| I can’t help but wonder if you really got it
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| It’s just my soul responding
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| Soul responding, soul responding
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| This land once belonged to my father
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| And to his father before him too
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| Let me tell you now, I’m on a reservation
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| Living in a state of degradation
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| What’s a soul suppose to do?
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| 'Cause I’m out, pushin', right?
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| I’m not in doubt
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| When it’s just my soul responding
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| To seeing little hungry children
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| In the land of plenty
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| Just my soul responding
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| To doing lots of deeds
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| But never having any
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| It’s just my soul responding
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| Soul responding, soul responding
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| I was born and raised in the ghetto
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| On the run down side of the track
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| And there are forces who do everything they can do
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| To hold me back because my skin is black
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| Oh but more and more I mind
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| Hell, it’s about time
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| It’s just my soul responding
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| To being second-class in a land I helped to form
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| Just my soul responding
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| To too many roaches and not enough heat
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| To keep my babies warm
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| In this land I helped to form
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| I’ve got too many roaches and not enough heat
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| To keep my babies warm
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| It’s just my soul responding
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| Soul responding, soul responding |