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i saw judas iscariot, with a bottle of wine |
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talkin suicide with an old friend of mine |
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they gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks |
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and a woman cried out when is god comin' back? |
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and they pretended not to notice |
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they came down hard on the weak |
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causing war and starvation, refusing |
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to let them speak |
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for every mountain i climb |
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for every river that winds |
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for every wind that will blow |
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i will send out my prayers |
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for the children below |
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i saw crazy horse walkin' alone in the dark |
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on the streets paved in blood |
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on his broken heart |
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he never dreamed it would turn out like this |
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they pretend that they just don't see |
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they are blinded in their own mediocrity |
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they got their trophies and their cars |
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and their houses on the hill |
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and they don't really care |
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that their wars are a killin' me |
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for every child that follows the dream |
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with ten thousand angels they'll fly |
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no one will force them to run |
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they will stand up and fight |
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till the battle is won |