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Aug 2015
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                                           ( baby baby ... Be open )

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Yer gonna have a child some day

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( I'll be there )

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The smoke from the campfires rise in the hills

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The militia moves on in

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some call it Folly
some call it Revolution

Some pick up their Rifles
Some don't

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( just be open )

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Here comes Tomorrow's Children

How come they are all on Crutches ?
Written by
jeffrey robin
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