He left everything and came when you needed some
So many hard times I've been through even though you
I'm getting bored with the things you say
All you people who're living on the same kind
There comes the day wher everything is wasted
"all the indians must dance everywhere, keep on dancing.
Stop that train, I wanna get off
We feed ourselves on things we see
Hungry eyes open it
what i want is just to talk to you, few
I'm freezing in a warm room the sun is shining
Ask yourself how could it be, people get so closed
Woke up this morning and I saw something strange
Police, police, police in the streets,
Looking for someone, searching for
Hey you, won't you hear my call,
Hey you, I'm losing
Power 's in your hand
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