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I got no sleep when I’m walking the world And the [worry] I feeling sorry I should not worry you said But who else is to care about you if not me? I won’t let them take your dreams from you Let them to see what you see. Let them go there with me Let it come to an end. The weight of the world in your hands. Help me lead the wind to find the truth |
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I wake to see I was still in a dream This is not really happening to me I was no longer afraid of the future ‘Cause yesterday’s brought it to me |
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Why? Why? Why? Why now? | ? ? ? ? |
I won’t let them take your dreams from you Help me lead the wind to find the truth Everything’s gonna be allright be … OK |
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nothing soared |
LAND OF PLENTY | |
go ahead. Just go ahead. somebody walk to me [??? don’t really] have the [???] to stand where I must [??? stand ] don’t really have the [temper most ???] to land a |
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I don’t really know who send me to raise my voice and say may the lights in the land of plenty shine the truth some day |
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For the millions in the prison that wealth has set apart for the Christ who has not riser from the caverns of the heart |
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for the innermost decision That we cannot but obey for what’s left of out religion. I lift my voice and pray. |
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I know I said I’d meet you. I’d meet you at the store But I can’t buy it. I can’t buy it anymore. |
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THE LAND OF PLENTY Leonard Cohen
«Ten New Songs», 2001
Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I don’t know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.
For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart ?
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart ?
For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For what’s left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I know I said I’d meet you,
I’d meet you at the store,
But I can’t buy it, baby.
I can’t buy it anymore.
And I don’t really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I don’t know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you.
For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day
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