We are the sons and daughters of a revolution, revolutionaries walking us out of
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oppression and into a
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no-low promise land.
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And this is leaves us with a great sense of sadness dwelling inside our soul. no
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one can explain where
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its' coming from or where its taking us.
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We just know that something is lost, but somehow we are lost, lost
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The Great Depression
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| Blindside |
