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| 1. |
| 5:55 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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| 3. |
| 6:35 |
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| 4. |
| 6:00 | 
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Please don't worry now about the mornin'
When it's time we'll sip our wine and sleep Woah, but I've been known To love more than one person Woah, and I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Listen to my words now look no further What you've seen is what I mean no more Woah, but I've been known To love more than one person Woah, and I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give They burn like cancers they just won't let you live I've been known To love more than one person And I've been shown That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes Don't dream of answers cause you know I've none to give We move like dancers steppin on each other to live And pouncin hard Like animals in the yard And there's no healin, lookin, feelin There's no denyin that bein kind can hurt Someone sometimes Oh, there's no denyin, woah Lord there's no denyin That bein' kind can hurt someone sometimes |
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| 5. |
| 4:33 |
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| 6. |
| 5:53 |
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| 7. |
| 4:17 |
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| 8. |
| 6:33 |
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Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster Never really carin' just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand Mortgage people you crawl to your homes Your security lies in your bed of white foam You act concerned but then why turn away When a lady was raped on your doorstep today Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...... (solo) Golden country your face is so red With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster Never really carin' just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin or your country will burn The time has come for you my friend To all this ugliness we must put an end Before we leave we must make a stand (repeat) |
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