| I’ve been standing on the poor man side
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| Looking across the great divide
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| At the people with the money
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| But they never look across at me
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| I see things that you wouldn’t believe
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| The respectable man taking money like a thief
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| And he don’t give a damn
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| For the mouths he could feed
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| There’s the man who thinks different from me
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| So he had me thrown in his jail
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| He talks a lot about freedom
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| Then he throws away the key
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| And here’s a man with a different colored skin
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| You know he’s suspicious of me
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| He thinks I’ll steal his wife
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| He thinks I’ll steal his color TV
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| There you are on the other side
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| Walking away from me, I call to you
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| But you can’t hear the word I say
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| I’m standing on the poor man side
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| Looking across the great divide
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| At the people in the world
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| But they never look across at me
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart
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| Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon
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| The space between us gonna break my heart |