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In the States negroes fight for freedom The slogans they cry aren't wrong But these are wasted words, only wasted words Oh Lord, let the good times come The greatest fighter is Martin Luther King And when he speaks you see that they're gonna sing But these are wasted words, only wasted words Oh Lord, let the good times come Everyone asks the President to use his rule He got power but it seem that he should too So these are wasted words, only wasted words Oh Lord, let the good times come Where's the end of the fight for freedom It could turn out ruight and all I hope and long That there'll be no wasted words, no wasted words Oh Lord, let the good times come
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