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City On The Hill 
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Did you hear of the city on a hill?
one old man to the other
It once shined bright and it would be still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich man never the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That the strength to fight
It is the of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up to it all behind
As the light to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our up to leave it all behind
As the begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
Come home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
home
one old man to the other
It once shined bright and it would be still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich man never the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That the strength to fight
It is the of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up to it all behind
As the light to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our up to leave it all behind
As the begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
Come home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
home
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