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Man made the buildings that reach for the sky |
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And man made the motorcar and learned how to fly |
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But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees |
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And he didn't make you and he didn't make me |
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And he got no right to turn us into machines |
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He's got no right at all |
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'Cause we are all God's children |
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And he got no right to change us |
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Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all |
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Don't want this world to change me |
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I wanna go back the way the good lord made me |
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Same lungs that he gave me to breath with |
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Same eyes he gave me to see with |
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Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner |
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The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner |
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We are all the same to Him |
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Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own |
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The day that we are born |
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We are all God's children |
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And they got no right to change us |
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Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made |
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Oh, the good lord made us all |
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And we are all his children |
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And they got no right to change us |
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Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all |
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Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all |
