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Go on my love
I know you must go,
But if there were a way
I would keep you home.
You'll fight for the tears
In the eyes of our child
As she stares at the hands
Of her brother who died.
For our future, our land,
Or the freedom to dance,
Wherever the music
Might lead us my friends.
You died all alone
And I no longer pray,
Cause if there were a God,
He'd have let you stay.
So tomorrow I'll burn
Our house to the ground,
And we'll join you up there.
We no longer care.
Bout the future, our land,
Or the freedom to dance.
Wherever you are
We're already there.
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