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Me an' my brother, hot dusty day |
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Pickin |
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peas from the vine |
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Where the honey bees play |
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Stealin |
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fresh fruit from the garden out there |
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Never a worry and never a care |
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But it didn |
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t stay that way in my troubled world |
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Deliverin |
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papers in the city heat |
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I heard the cry of the jungle, |
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Stingin' lead an' concrete |
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They were screamin |
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for justice, burnin |
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downtown |
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I felt the frustration comin |
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fast and loud |
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But it didn |
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t stay that way in my troubled world |
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I marched and I shouted, I listened and thought |
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Surrendered to despair an' the drugs I bought |
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Buyin |
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and sellin |
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a world of pain |
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Tried to take my life in a winter's rain |
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But it didn |
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t stay that way in my troubled world |
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Somebody told me when I was young |
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That this troubled world was honestly loved |
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Bought and paid for by a Sacrifice |
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My innocence lost, my soul on ice |
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What a cruel cruel joke, what a great mistake |
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Of the lonely years and the mess I made |
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And that night I cried and I named that name |
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For He loved me so though we'd been so estranged |
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But it didn |
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t stay that way in my troubled world |
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Glad to say it didn |
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t stay that way |
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In my troubled world |
