| Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets
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| Some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets
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| Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
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| Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
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| Time to end the praying
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| Listen what theyre saying
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| Get up off your knees
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| You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
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| Shake your head till it shakes no more
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| Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers
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| Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers
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| What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
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| Theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray
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| Time to end the praying
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| Listen what theyre saying
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| Get up off your knees
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| You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
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| Shake your head till it shakes no more
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| Countries will be countries, borders will be borders
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| Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders
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| Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
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| Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
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| Time to end the praying
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| Listen what theyre saying |