| From the Indians Who welcomed the pilgrims
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| And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
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| Like the vultures circling
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| From the Indians Who welcomed the pilgrims
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| And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
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| Like the vultures circling
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| Beneath the dark clouds
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| Looking for the rain
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| Looking for the rain
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| Just like the cities
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| Staggered on the coastline
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| Living in a nation that just
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| Can’t stand much more
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| Like the forest buried
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| Beneath the highway
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| Never had a chance to grow
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| Never had a chance to grow
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| And now it’s winter
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| Winter in America
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| Yes and all of the healers
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| Have been killed
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| Or sent away, yeah
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| But the people know, the people know
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| It’s winter
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| Winter in America
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save
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| Save your soul, Lord knows from winter in America
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| The constitution
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| A noble piece of paper
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| With free society
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| Struggled but it died in vain
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| And now Democracy is
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| Ragtime on the corner
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| Hoping for some rain
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| Looks like it’s hoping
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| Hoping for some rain
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| And i see the robins
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| Perched in barred treetops
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| Watching last-ditch racists
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| Marching across the floor
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| But just like the peace sign
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| That vanished in our dreams
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| Never had a chance to grow
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| Never had a chance to grow
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| And now it’s winter
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| Winter in America
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| And all of the healers have been killed
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| Or been betrayed
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| Yeah, but the people know, the people know
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| It’s winter, lord knows
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| It’s winter in America
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save
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| Save your souls
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| From winter in America
|
| And now it’s winter
|
| Winter in America
|
| And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
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| Yeah, and the people know, people know
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| It’s winter
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| Winter in America
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save
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| And ain’t nobody fighting
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| Cause nobody knows what to save |