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The women in the valley forged her |
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Them go day to day |
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Don't let them raid me home and |
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My home and place |
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These men they don't see beyond |
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So they war and war |
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They don't remember what they |
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What they, came here for and |
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People to people are so unjust they |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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People to people are so unjust they say |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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The women in the valley forged her |
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The once home of the brave |
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Don't let them raid me home and |
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My home and place |
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But the men they can't see beyond |
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So they become what they hate |
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They don't see the moon has just |
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Yeah, the moon is just getting its legs and |
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People to people are so unjust they |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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People to people are so unjust they say |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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Carry yourself well |
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And you don't even close the barn door |
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After the horses have scattered |
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And no one knows anymore |
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Where all the souls have gathered |
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Though they will keep an eye on what you do |
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And when the people have spoken |
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You won't cry mercy on, mercy on you' |
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Cause we will, 'cause we will be alive just broken say |
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People to people are so unjust they say |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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People to people are so unjust they say |
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Carry yourself well so carry yourself well |
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People to people are, people to people are |
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People to people are, people to people are |