We better not cross
A path we shall not choose
A man that we had to kill
A solemn tear of guilt
That we have to she'd
Gracious days
We leave behind
Amusement was on our minds
The helping hand
That we extended
Lead us the way
To the promised land.
There is a line We better not cross A path we shall not choose A man that we had to kill A solemn tear of guilt That we have to she'd Gracious days We leave behind Amusement was on our minds The helping hand That we extended Lead us the way To the promised land. Explain Request ×
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