Should I close my eyes and prophesize
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Hoping maybe some day come
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Should I wet the ground with my own tears
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Crying over what's been done
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Should I lift the dirt and plant the seed
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Even though I'll never grow
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Should I wet the ground with the sweat from my brow
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And believe in my good work
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My good work
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My good work
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My good work
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Hey there, I'm flying up above
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Looking down on the tired earth
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And I can see, I can see potential
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Speaking through you, speaking to you
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From all of heaven's possibilities
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Power, hey do you know how it works
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Hey do you know that the meek,
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They shall inherit the earth
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You should work, you should work
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(?) than the memory
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Should I hit the water or stay on dry land
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Even though I've never swam
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Take machete into the brush
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Though at first there is no path
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Taste the war paint on my tongue
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As it's dripping with my sweat
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Place my gaze in the future's path
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Seeing things that ain't come yet
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Hope to watch the victory dance
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After whole day's work is done
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Hope to watch the victory dance
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In the evening's setting sun
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Hope to watch the victory dance
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Over many lives to come
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Hope to watch the victory dance
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In the evening's setting sun
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Setting sun
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Setting sun
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Setting sun
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Hope to dance the victory dance
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After whole day's work is done
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Hope to dance the victory dance
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In the evening's setting sun
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Hope to dance the victory dance
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Over many lives to come
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Hope to dance the victory dance
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In the evening's setting sun
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Victory Dance
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| My Morning Jacket |
