| In a land without any pity
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| And a sun scorching from the sky
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| In the desert, they built a city
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| Sharp as flint that could make you cry
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| Hold on to it
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| Hold on to it
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| It’s a dream that will never die
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| Come there with me
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| Come there with me
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| It’s the home of my own mind’s eye
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| But the dreamer was never welcome
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| Other lands have their own demands
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| Get away boy, you don’t belong here
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| That’s our law and it always stands
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| Hold on to it
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| Hold on to it
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| It’s a dream that will make you cry
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| Come there with me
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| Come there with me
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| And they’ll let us in by and by
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| I will meet you when things are better
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| In a world without any fear
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| We’ll be facing our bright tomorrow
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| At the end of this trail of tears
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| They asked our dreamer for reams of paper
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| These were the keys that he didn’t own
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| They pointed back to the land he came from
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| Said: «Go back there, son 'cause that’s your home»
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| Go back to it
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| Go back to it
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| No future, no life, no hope
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| Come there with me
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| Come there with me
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| And you’ll see why I can’t go home
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| I will meet you when things are better
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| In a world without any fear
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| We’ll be facing our bright tomorrow
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| At the end of this trail of tears
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| And the trail goes on
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| On and on
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| For years and years
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| The trail drags on
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| Never ending
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| Trail of tears
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| So, the dreamer turns from the city
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| But he asks them before he leaves:
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| «Who checked your papers to build this country?
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| Who gave permission for you and not me?»
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| Think back on it
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| Think back on it
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| Land is the land and it was always free
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| Before you
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| Before you
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| No one had papers, they would simply «be». |