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Johnny sits in silence, he's an ordinary man gets up every morning, works the best he can with the world around him, spinning out of control seems mankind after all this time has finally lost his soul pass the man on the corner, tattered cardboard in his hand the best days of his youth have passed fighting for this land see the anguish in his eyes as the politicians pass turned us all against ourselves while drowning in their lies C'mon, Johnny time to plow the fields, it's time to take a stand come together as brothers and sisters, begin to heal our land Seed the fields with hope and meaning instead of more of the same Remove the grip, grip of oppression, put away your finger of blame Heavy fields of senseless killings our skies are darkened by the paths That take us from our faith and hope, that led us in the past God help us as a nation to rise above the evil seas Turn away the darkened paths, return us to our knees C'mon, Johnny, it's time to plow the fields; it's time to take a stand come together as brothers and sisters, begin to heal our land Seed the fields with hope and meaning instead of more of the same Remove the grip, grip of oppression, put away your finger of blame Ooooh C'mon Johnny C'mon Johnny time to plow the fields, it's time to take a stand come together as brothers and sisters, begin to heal our land Seed the fields with hope and meaning instead of more of the same Remove the grip, grip of oppression, put away your finger of blame Ooooh
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