What's in the way, who's standing there?
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Behind every gun, every last look of dispair
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Well bring me a mirror and I'll show you his face
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Give him sone peace and he feels out of place.
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But he's not so hard and his time is short
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Maybe he's just fooling with the time that he bought.
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So lay me down
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Oh lay me down,
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Oh lay me down,
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Lay me down,
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Well he brings you famine he brings you war
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His fear is compassion and his greed is for more
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If you give his blood, show him love,
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In a land without thoughts from "above"
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You compete for the truth You compete for sanity
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But you want hear a word
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Because his conscience is locked
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They've imprisnoed his consciense
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No you won't hear a word
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So lay me down,
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Lay me down,
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Oh lay me down,
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Lay me down,
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Well he brings you famine he brings you war
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His fear is compassion and his greed is for more
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If you give him blood, show him love,
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Of a land withou thoughts from "above"
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And he won't listen in the dawn.
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So lay me down,
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Lay me down,
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Yeah lay me down,
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Lay me down
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What's In The Way
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| The Levellers |
