| Rain, rain look up in sky
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| All you see is yourself
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| Black cloud painted with trouble
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| Hanging over our nation and you
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| All dry, are the crop around?
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| We will be forced to steal
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| Like Grey Hawk perched up in tree
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| Waiting for the right kind of thrill from you
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| I didn’t know this was a game to you
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| I should have known by the silver look in your eye
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| Bang, bang your magic is here, white men and God are one
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| Make us feel like foreigners, devils under our own sun
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| Wait, wait a few are blind
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| Let’s trade secrets and get along fine
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| Which part of ours is entitled to us?
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| You can’t cross our imaginary lines
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| Trail of Fear and tears to come
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| Not a dry eye in our tribe
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| All worn down by the power of new
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| Let’s get together and drink until noon
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| Let’s get together and dream
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| Let’s get together and drink until noon
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| How could we stop this force that grew on us?
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| We should have drawn our own lines |