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[00:14.59]With a little faith we could raise the land
[00:21.73]With a little hope we could move as planned
[00:28.10]With a little faith we could raise the land
[00:32.66]With a little hope we could move as planned
[00:36.29]Farm the ghetto up, feed the famine down
[00:39.87]With our nose to the grindstone, ear to the ground
[00:43.59]Find a steady job, build a happy home
[00:48.04]Farm a steady crop then depose the throne
[00:51.60]We could irrigate thirst quenching lake
[00:54.31]Make a fertile place thus the desert spake
[01:31.49]Spill the feathers up, slash the silk
[01:35.01]Might as well stop boo hooing over all that spilt milk
[01:38.62]Empty tramp, screaming eye
[01:42.20]Seething lip, stop wondering why
[01:45.83]Butter mountains here, better motivate
[01:49.55]It's getting late, assassinate that hype
[01:53.10]Move against the grain, co co co co commotion
[01:57.62]Before a global war we'd better bridge the ocean
[02:36.52]Just like an open wound that forever bleeds
[02:41.05]Like an open plain in scattered seeds
[02:44.62]Or the foolish man believes all he reads
[02:48.36]He begs, he pleads
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