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With a little faith we could raise the land |
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With a little hope we could move as planned |
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With a little faith we could raise the land |
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With a little hope we could move as planned |
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Farm the ghetto up, |
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Feed the famine down with our nose to the grindstone |
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Ear to the ground |
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Find a steady job, |
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Build a happy home |
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Farm a steady crop, |
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Then depose the throne |
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We could irrigate thirst quenching lake, |
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Make a fertile place |
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Thus the desert spake... |
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Spill the feathers up, |
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Slash the silk might as well stop boo hooing over all that spilt milk, |
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Empty trap, screaming eye, |
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Seething lip, stop wondering |
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Why butter mountains here. |
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Better motivate it's getting late, |
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Assassinate the grain, co co co co commotion |
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Before a global war, |
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We'd better bridge the ocean |
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Just like an open wound that |
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Forever bleeds just like an open plain |
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In scattered seeds or the foolish man |
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Believing all he reads, |
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He begs, he pleads. |
