There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence
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There's a little black boy praying for his government
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There's a nervous lady reaching for her place
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There's a red faced son running from his race
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Everything that rises
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Everything that rises
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Everything that rises must converge
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This is my country-this is your sign-
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We are painting fences, drawing lines
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Well I don't know much about anything
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And I don't know much about conversation
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Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away
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Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-
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She will throw confetti in your soul
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Well I don't know much about anything
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And I don't know much about conversation
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Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away
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Everything That Rises
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| Wild Strawberries |
