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So we wrote,
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On precedents and angels,
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We build a book,
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We build a road out of nothing but a saying,
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On governments and police we build a book,
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Of how the things we know should be,
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So when a man comes with a difference,
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A woman comes with an idea,
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We crush it down to nothing in the fear that we will lose it,
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Open up the books,
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I'm guilty of it, too,
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Just like all of us,
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The information flies without us through,
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And say the way,
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This may have leave my head run over,
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And pass through a night so black I can't see you, oh,
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Hope from the speeches spoken in,
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Hope from the speeches made day in, day out,
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With money paid,
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And advertising raging,
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A woman and a child sleep well as the day ends
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Raising me up,
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Raising me like a man, oh, man(?)
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Oh mother everything good I've gained I've gained from you,
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Oh and mother everything I know I've learned from you, oh,
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But, the reign in the house so no one sees me,
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Oh, should we brothers and sisters upheave it?
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I read a book of a man most worshipped,
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A man who most worshipped,
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For ideas and for the birth of freedom he showed,
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Well, in, oh, in twenty years,
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He begged the revolutions come,
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So that no pig headed bastard would steal you and I from.../my fun(?)
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Rain in the eyes,
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Rain in the mourning eye,
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Oh, rain/reign in the love of my mother, my brothers,
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And I hear the voices of the women calling loudly and (here, Holding, holding, holding),
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And nothing should address this like our love for each other...
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This land is your land,
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This land is my land,
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From California to New York Island,
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From the redwood forest,
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To the Gulf Stream waters,
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This land belongs to you and me,
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Rain/reign in the eyes that we should lead it,
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And the brotherly love and go away,
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And rain/reign the eyes that we should lead it...
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Weight of the World
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| Dave Matthews Band |
