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Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream |
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Of golden lands and golden things |
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And ivory-colored feathered wings |
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Voices in the honey breeze |
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Pushing on the honeybees |
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And shaping beds from fallen leaves |
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The Writer showed him all of these |
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And filled his nose with pretty things |
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And let him taste of Eden's trees |
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But in the Light came a warring sound |
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Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground |
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Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside |
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His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth |
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His voice got tangled in his grief |
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And Jeroboam made a thief. And Jeroboam made a thief |
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So the Writer penned him a different tale |
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Where proud get caught in homemade sails |
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And crave the jewels on the wedding veil |
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Jeroboam cried for more |
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Clutching at the temple torn |
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The Writer filled his hands with sores |
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So arm yourselves with empty hands |
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When looking at the Promised Land |
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And find yourself a wealthy man. |
