.And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
I'm a shackled child
Singing the good song of Freedom
They've got no pride
They interrupt our grieving
Tear drop dropping.
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