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We are the sons and daughters of a revolution, revolutionaries walking us out of
Oppression and into a
No-low promise land
And this is leaves us with a great sense of sadness dwelling inside our soul. no
One can explain where
Its' coming from or where its taking us
We just know that something is lost, but somehow we are lost, lost
And this my friend...Is The Great Depression