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May your eyes be wide and seeing |
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May you learn from the view where you're kneeling |
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Know the fear of the world that you're feeling |
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Is the fear of a slave |
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May you know how the fight was started |
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Want as much from the snake as the garden |
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Wear them both like a glove that you can't wave |
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May your mouth betray your wisdom |
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May you get what they failed to mention |
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May your love be your only religion |
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Preach it to us all |
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May you lose what you offer gladly |
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May you worship the time and it's passing |
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Stars wont ever wait for you to watch them fall |
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We're the smoke on a burnt horizon |
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We're the boat on a tide that's rising |
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Both the post and the pig you're untying |
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The butcher gone for the blade |
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Someday we may all be happy |
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Someday all make a face worth slapping |
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Someday we may be shocked to be laughing |
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At the way we behave |
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May your hands be strong and willing |
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May you know when to speak and to listen |
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May you find every friend that you're missing |
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There's no check in the mail |
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May you end there bruised and purple |
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Know that peace is the shape of a circle |
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Around and around you go, biting your tail |
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Little children, the wind is whipping |
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Short hands on a clock still ticking |
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Both the egg and the red fox grinning |
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His belly full for the day |
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Someday we may all want nothing |
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And all forget that we'll get what's coming |
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Someday I'll say the world was something |
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That we just couldn't change |
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May your tongue be something wicked |
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Know your part in the calf and the killing |
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See straight through the captain you're kissing |
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Helm loose in his hand |
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May your words be well worth stealing |
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Put your hand on your heart when singing |
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The choir's sick of the song but they've still got to stand |
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