Rain, rain look up in sky,
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All you see is yourself
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Black cloud painted with trouble,
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hanging over our nation, and you
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All dry, are the crop around
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We will be forced to steal
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Like Grey Hawk perched up in tree,
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waiting for the right kind of thrill (kill),
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from you
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I didn't know this was a game to you
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I should have known by the silver
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look in your eye
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Bang, bang your magic is here,
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white men and God are one
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Make us feel like foreigners,
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devils under our own sun
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Wait, wait a few are blind,
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let's trade secrets and get along fine
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Which part of ours is entitled to us
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You can't cross our imaginary lines
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Trail of Fear and tears to come,
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not a dry eye in our tribe
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All worn down by the power of New,
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Let's get together and drink until noon
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Let's get together and dream
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Let's get together and drink until noon
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How could we stop this force
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that grew on us
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We should have drawn our own lines
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Deer-Ree-Shee
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| The Black Angels |
