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Texty: Dave Matthews Band. Crash. Cry Freedom.

:
How can I turn away
Brother/Sister go dancing
through my head
Human as to human
The future is no place
To place your better days
Cry freedom, cry
From a crowd '0,000 wide
Hope laid upon hope
That this crowd will not subside
Let this flag burn to dust
And a new a fair design be raised
While we wait head in hands,
hands in prayer
And fall into a dreamless sleep again
And we wave our hands


Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
All slip away


There was a window and by it stood
A mirror in which
he could see himself
He thought of something
Something he had never had but hoped would come along
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside
Where we are all confined
While we wave hands in fire
Wave our hands


Hands and feet are all alike But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike But fear between divide us, Slip away
In this room stood a little child
And in this room this little child
she would remain
Until someone might decide
To dance this little child
across this hall
Into a cold, dark, space
Where she might never trace her way across this crooked mile
Across this crooked page
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside where
we are all confined
Till we wave our hands


How can I turn away
Brother/Sister go dancing
through my head
Human as to human
The future is no place
To place your better days


Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike Hear what I say Hear what I say Oh,
so be it


How can I turn away Brother/Sister go dancing
through my head Human as to human
The future is no place To place your better days