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(A)Walk
along and (Asus4)talk along, and (A)live
your lives quite (Amin77)freely.
(A)-(Asus4)-(A)-(Amin77)
But (A)leave our children (Asus4)with
their toils of (A)peppermint and (Amin77)candy.
(A)-(Asus4)-(A)-(Amin77)
For (A)seagull, I don`t (D)want
you wings, (A)I don`t want your (E)freedom
in a (A)lie.
(A)-(Asus4)-(A)-(Amin77)
Your thoughts they
are of Harlequins, your speeches of quicksilver.
I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.
For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a
lie.
On the quilted
battlefields of soldiers, dazzling made of toy tin.
The big bomb like a child`s hand could sweep them dead just so to win.
For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a
lie.
As you fill your
glasses with the wine of murdered Negroes,
Thinking not of beauty, that spreads like morning sun-glow.
For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a
lie.
I pray your dreams
of vivid screams of children dying slowly.
And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.
For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a
lie.
Vietnam, your latest
game, you`re playing with your blackest queen.
Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.
For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a
lie.
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