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So we sit all alone on the hillside/Looking out on a world made of clay/Though our futures depend on each other/We have sold our souls for pieces of eight/For the light in the eyes of our children/Tell me that it’s not too late/That the cost of freedom isn’t too much to pay
So we sit all alone on the hillside/Looking out on a world made of clay/Though our futures depend on each other/We have sold our souls for pieces of eight/For the light in the eyes of our children/Tell me that it’s not too late/That the cost of freedom isn’t too much to pay