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25 years of my life and still |
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Tryin' to to get up that great big hill of hope, |
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I realized quickly when I knew I should |
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That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man, |
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And so I cry sometimes, when I'm lying in bed |
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just to get all out, what's in my head, then I, |
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I am feeling, a little peculiar. |
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And so I wake in the morning, and I step outside |
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And I take a deep breath, and I get real high, and |
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I, scream from the top of my lungs, "What's going on?" |
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And I say, "Hey yeah yeah hey, hey yeah yeah." |
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I said, "Hey, what's going on?" |
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And I say, "Hey yeah yeah hey, hey yeah yeah." |
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I said, "Hey, what's going on?" |
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And I try, oh my god, do I try |
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I try all the time, in this institution. |
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And I pray, oh my god, do I pray |
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I pray every single day, for a revolution. |
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25 years of my life and still |
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Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope, |
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