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Celebration Day
Her face is cracked from smiling
All the fears that she's been hiding
And it seems that pretty soon,
Everybody's gonna know
And her voice is sore from shouting,
She'd win us, will lose it,
And she wonders if their days are few
And soon they'll have to go
*My, my, my, I', so happy,
I'm gonna join the band,
We would dance (sing)
And sing (dance) in celebration,
F' way to the Promised Land,
She hears them talk of new ways
To protect their own shoe, they live in
If she wonders what's it all about
What every dame are doing
Well, maybe he's brown, white or black
You know her very well
You'll hear her cries of mercy
Is a widow's tall-of tale, (Repeat *)
No better way to leave the station
Headed for your destination,
But the price you pay, are nowhere,
As it increased a dollar more, yes, it has
And if you walk, you're gonna get there
But w' no address, you don't know any longer
When you see them, and taste their civilry
You hand's on my own, oooh... ohohoh... yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah... you're gone... my, my, my...