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Now you on the run son,
Since 1981
You went and did some things,
And spoiled the fun
Yeah, you got the FBI,
They ain't on your side
Yeah you're caught foolin' friend,
With a senator's wife
Oh I don't need it,
Well no one does
Just sit on this groove and chew,
As the heat grew and grew ;
A life of taking Love,
She fit like a glove
And in due time,
Yeah I'll be there
Well hello Harmony,
Whatcha doin' for free?
Yeah get on your knees you freak,
And please please me
A life of solitude,
Yeah, one with me, no you
Life on the run son,
It's all you knew
And I don't need it,
No, no one does
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Like one little dove,
I think you're nervous,
Prove me wrong
Well, sometimes in your life,
You spend searching,
Looking for love
You look all day
Oh, you can't sleep one time
I found you in a puddle of water,
Open your eyes, we need you tonight
Well some, some think you're sleeping,
Prove them wrong, we need you to fly
You look all day
Oh you can't sleep on time
Like two little doves,
I'm in love
I thought you were mine
Well some, some think you're hollow,
Open your mind, we need you to fly
You look all day
Oh, you can't sleep on time
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Feel it, in your house
You need it,
when you feel stress
Steal it, while you're out
You're kneeling,
when you feel blessed
Healing, in your chest
If you can't see it,
then it don't exist
Teach it, to your tribe
Spread it, Don't make no mess
Keep it in your head
Keep it in your heart
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You only love yourself
You only care for you
I think I hit the truth
Better days will come
Other scenes to get on
You watch your village cave in, kid
You only see one way
And I don't feel the same
You make it hurt honey
Easy figure of groove
Modern mistress of fire
For me to train, say my name
Who are you?
Who are you?
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She's got control of you,
and you love it
Controlling the pain of you,
with the palm of her hand
Yeah she's got control of you,
and you need it
She comes in red,
with a Lenin dress
Who knew
The door opens up,
and lets some light in
Someone calls,
and takes the blindfold off
You are home,
to see a woman standing
Someone holds to knock you out,
Who knew
A heavy beating,
the pounding of your heart
You start to sweat,
and you scream out
Something black answers back,
from the dungeon,
and you smile
The curtain surrounds you,
you begin to forget
The hammer cracks
the iron core of your mind
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Rain, rain look up in sky,
All you see is yourself
Black cloud painted with trouble,
hanging over our nation, and you
All dry, are the crop around
We will be forced to steal
Like Grey Hawk perched up in tree,
waiting for the right kind of thrill (kill),
from you
I didn't know this was a game to you
I should have known by the silver
look in your eye
Bang, bang your magic is here,
white men and God are one
Make us feel like foreigners,
devils under our own sun
Wait, wait a few are blind,
let's trade secrets and get along fine
Which part of ours is entitled to us
You can't cross our imaginary lines
Trail of Fear and tears to come,
not a dry eye in our tribe
All worn down by the power of New,
Let's get together and drink until noon
Let's get together and dream
Let's get together and drink until noon
How could we stop this force
that grew on us
We should have drawn our own lines
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So, you're lyin' in the snow,
You lie right through you're clothes
You never kiss and tell,
That's never ever
The beast is calling you
Bland, a mix of old incense,
A fleet stripped of weapons,
A stuttering boy is saved
On Easter Sunday
It's now or never
Well, I know we'll meet again
I'd love to hear your voice
We don't fill our songs with noise,
That's never ever
Scar, you know that's what you are
You say the Beatles stopped the war
They might have helped to find a cure,
But it's still not over
“Don't go chasin' dreams
No don't you chase your dreams
Your movements must be screened”
You can't listen to these things
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Gunna do things my way
Gunna see you tomorrow,
On a German war plane
We gunna bomb you ‘til Tuesday*
Important vision
Incredible smile
“I and out”
On a Viking warship
We want you on our island,
If we can ever find it
Important wisdom
Unfortunate lie, again
In and out
We're gunna run through the desert
We got big boots to fill
We're gone just to seek cheap thrills
Imported wisdom
Incredible cry
Unfortunate lie
* following the first Monday of November
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Well I see, you see,
you in color
You're not my friend,
and you're not my brother
We agree to be enemies
The Queen called, and
she wants her land back
I suggest that you do just that
Black briefcase,
with a silver lining
Open it up, and
look inside see
Well I see, you see,
you in color
Now we're friends,
yes, we're bloodbrothers,
part Cherokee and
quarter Shawnee
You saw what happened
at Wounded Knee
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Well it's 3 o'clock in the early morn'
You've got your bedface on
At the break of dawn
So you light another cig
And say your prayers
The thief has come
Equipped with his gun
Come on now
Well he came without warning
Like three thousand men swarming
Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night
Well the rocks were screaming
and said it was dreaming
I've been here before,
When I was killed in the war
There's a man who can decide
Between what's wrong and what's right
There's a son who won't fight for
What his father thinks is right
Like Judas of old, with a kiss
You'll be sold,
And those who deny,
Will drop like flies
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Someday, but not today
We will move away
to a place that's nice and safe
Someday, but not today
Someone, is your King
And you look up to them, yeah
divine in their way
And you say, yeah you say
you better believe her
She gave you plenty warning
Floating on a moat,
yeah, you diggin the moat,
and you say, yeah you say,
"Oh now, bring me joy
lead me with your army
You take our children,
with your bloodstained hands"
You better believe her
Alright, alright
you got my love,
and that's fine
All night, all night
I swear to the highest high,
I will keep it mine
A promise with a catch,
I'm sleeping with a smile
And you're safe, but just today
You better believe me
One night, when she goes blind,
find her where she sleeps,
wake her from her dreams
Shh, it's ok
She gave you plenty warning
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