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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSeventeen
Seventeen men in cold, and weathered shacklesThey play for me, pans in the placeOf the space in the chains, the company arrangedBut please, you don't know where you're fromSeventeen girls dance into the gardenThey sing for me: "no, I'll never change"I'll stay the same, got my baby with meAnd I know how that train is rollinDown they crawlBack to the streamsFrom the sounds that they madeIt's a shame we prayIt's a shame we prayCause we're all really loudSeventeen hours swirling about herThey count for meOne was at peace, and two was at oneWhile the rest as they fellCouldn't count anymoreI was cold til the morning wind cameDown they crawlBack to the streamsFrom the sounds that they madeIt's a shame we prayIt's a shame we prayCause we're all really loudSeventeen boresTearin from the mountainsThey speak to meI'm an apple-drippingDown they crawlBack to the streamsFrom the sounds that they madeIt's a shame we prayIt's a shame we prayCause we're all really loud
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