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Plant Her face is cracked from smiling, all the fears that she's been hiding, |
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And it seems pretty soon everybody's gonna know. |
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And her voice is sore from shouting, cheering winners who are losing, |
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And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have to go. |
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My, my, my, |
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I'm so happy, |
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I'm gonna join the band, |
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We are gonna dance and sing in celebration, |
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We are in the promised land. |
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She hears them talk of new ways to protect the home she lives in, |
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Then she wonders what it's all about when they break down the door. |
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Her name is |
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Brown or White or |
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Black, you know her very well, |
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You hear her cries of mercy as the winners toll the bell. |
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There is a train that leaves the station heading for your destination, |
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But the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more. |
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Yes, it has! |
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And if you walk you're gonna get there though it takes a little longer, |
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And when you see it in the distance you will wring your hands and moan. |
