O baby wan't you take my hand, take hand for promise land
Black birds all over the sky, to run away we can try
Summer days are gone and it's cold, theys sold the sun all for gold
Maybe sick but you don't wanna die...heaven cries no more lies and now
Summer days are gone blind without the sun
O we can have our life in chains, iron spoons for stone washed brains
Geting blind for what we see... end of our misery
Way of life for shoe shine nation...whip, stress and soul starvation
Thears of blood, desperate eyes...heaven cries no more lies and now
Sommer days are gone blind without the sun
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