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One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the
And two of his
Were forced to flee the mountains for their

Through green and dusty villages they sped the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they by
Jesus out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving
They only to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

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You have it in your
To own your lives, to own your

The smiled and shouted
And they ran along a while
Then and watched
hands were restless and empty

The body of Jesus was in the
That blew up before it reached the plane
The priest was to bless him
For what was of him remaining in the afternoon

Continue with work
with your talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own your

There is no one who can you
The you should be on
They tell you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

The of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut
on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his beard is and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening

People from the village who knew him, those who killed him
Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and
They watch the make silent crosses in the air
And to God inside their hearts for their own souls

Continue with your
Continue your talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own your

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

with your work
Continue your talk
You have it in your
To own your lives, to own your

is no one who can show you
The road you be on
They only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow are gone

Continue with your
Continue with talk
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They only tell you, they can you
And then tomorrow they are

Continue with work
Continue with talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own your