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I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains.
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For if there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain. Oh, then freedom's not your name.
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You told me of a dream that I would surely like to see where each man could keep the wolves from his door.
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Then I saw an old man without a dollar in his hand, saying, "You don't need me anymore.
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I guess you just don't need me anymore."
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We've got a lot of pride and that I can't deny from those who bore us liberty.
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But if freedom's at the door and we let it wait some more,
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Oh, I wonder how proud they are of me. I wonder just how proud they are of me.
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Go ahead and walk away. Yeah, turn your back and say, "We'll show 'em whose got who on the run."
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But, if we could talk with folks out there, we might get somewhere
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And maybe someday we could throw away these guns. Someday we could throw away these guns.
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If there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain, oh, then freedom's not your name.
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STORIES OF OLD
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| John Stewart |
