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People say they know a girl who’s lost her way, she’s always / Angry. no one bothers to ask her what she hears or what she / Hopes for. the air is cold, she lives alone and tires of being / Her only provider, she can’t fathom grace tonight, no not
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To the brothers and the sisters,to all of the resistors,to the workers broke and cryin’,on the road that leads to Zion:The mountain, the mountain,we will all climb, all of God’s children,in God’s own time.Chorus:Unity the verb, solidarity.You the truth have heard, solidarity.Rise up to the call, solidarity.United we can never fall.Let one voice ring throughout the world,let truth be sown, let us lay our own lives down,a greater love was never known.While the light is growing dim,make war to keep your faith in him,knowing what has made us free,unity, not uniformity.One world, one voice, in trenches we stand tall,one truth has found us,one shepherd for us all.
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Amy’s going back to school today,elation, jubilation streams from her face.Did the halls smell of gunpouder still?What made the human mind dark enough to kill?A new hope,where is your freedom?A new hope,cast off your burdens.A darker world lies beneath this one.Cryptic it hides beneath perception.We all saw it on that day,stunned we stood stuttering.What did the news say?A new hope,where is your freedom?A new hope,here is your freedom.Peacefills usby hope we steerour dark hearts salvaged.We live without fear…
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Summer of 1978. My sister andI in the backseat just wait.We pass the time by makinglines on the seat that wecan’t cross, a thin line likedental floss. She threw mynew blue comb out thewindow, somehwere on I-70.Dad said, “I’m sorry, but wecan’t go back.”,we’re never going back toget it. It was the first comb Iever had. Got it just thatmorning from my mom andmy dad. Light blue in color, Icould never find another,comb like that, big and fat…So tell me, have you seen mycomb? Last time I saw it, itwas in her hands, and then itwas bouncing down theroad. It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’tbrown, but now it might befrom lying on the ground. Sotell me, have you seen mycomb?Driving down the road inSeptember, I was only five butI still remember, where thehighway turns at the bottomof the hill, my parents both upfront ‘cause they loved eachother still. Mabye just a combmade of plastic, or an actionof a sibling lacking couth, butsomething that was thrownout that window, was the lastgreat symbol of my youth.
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I’ve been cheated by you since I don’t know when / So I made up my mind, it must come to an end / Look at me now, will I ever learn / I don’t know how but I suddenly lose control