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JOSEPH

Joseph, what do they want from you?
What did you ever do
to make them feel this way?
Joseph, what do they see in you?
What do they fear in you'
To want to put you away?

Joseph where are you gonna to go?
Your people want to know,
What will become of them

Joseph, why wont they let you live?
What more can you give?
They want it all to end

And as the sun goes down behind the hill
You feel the chill of winds a comin.
And in the cold and hungry morning light
You see the trail of shadows runnin'.

Joseph, all that you can say
Wont change it anyway,
All that's goin' down.
Joseph, the clouds now hide the moon
Fires die too soon,
The truth is what you found.

And as the sun goes down behind the hill
You feel the chill of winds a comin.
And in the cold and hungry morning light
You see the trail of shadows runnin'.