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	<title>Comments on: Second Playlist</title>
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		<title>By: ~M</title>
		<link>http://www.believerspeace.com/about/believers-in-christ/music/second-playlist/comment-page-1/#comment-3128</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 06:25:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jesus sets right what is turned down, and turns Life around......don&#039;t forget, His Love</description>
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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:51:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lyrics to Cherokee Rose :
Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose 
It&#039;s got me wonderin&#039; why those mighty winds of change must blow 
Once this land was free from fences and shotguns 
Back when the people killed here for food instead of fun 

When the Earth was sanctified 
Cherished in the red-man&#039;s eyes 
Before the Cherokee rose 
The Cherokee rose 
The Cherokee rose 

My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay 
Bought with their blood, this land here never was ours to take away 
Disheartened souls unjustly driven from their homes 
Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their bones 

After all these years 
I can see the trail of tears 
Damn this Cherokee rose 
Oh the Cherokee rose 
The Cherokee rose 

Oh they call us the land of the free 
And the home of the brave 
But I don&#039;t hear much 
About the injustice that we&#039;ve done along the way 
We try to black it out 
Never think about 
The price they had to pay 
We never cry for what was lost 
Shed a tear for the heavy cost 
Of what we call &quot;freedom&quot; 

All the gold in the world couldn&#039;t pay the debt we owe 
We&#039;ll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them know 
That we won&#039;t forget and sure as hell won&#039;t justify 
And we&#039;ll do our best to keep their memories alive 

Oh the least that we could do 
Is dedicate one lonesome bloom 
Won&#039;t ya take this Cherokee rose 
Oh the Cherokee rose 
The Cherokee rose</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lyrics to Cherokee Rose :<br />
Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose<br />
It&#8217;s got me wonderin&#8217; why those mighty winds of change must blow<br />
Once this land was free from fences and shotguns<br />
Back when the people killed here for food instead of fun </p>
<p>When the Earth was sanctified<br />
Cherished in the red-man&#8217;s eyes<br />
Before the Cherokee rose<br />
The Cherokee rose<br />
The Cherokee rose </p>
<p>My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay<br />
Bought with their blood, this land here never was ours to take away<br />
Disheartened souls unjustly driven from their homes<br />
Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their bones </p>
<p>After all these years<br />
I can see the trail of tears<br />
Damn this Cherokee rose<br />
Oh the Cherokee rose<br />
The Cherokee rose </p>
<p>Oh they call us the land of the free<br />
And the home of the brave<br />
But I don&#8217;t hear much<br />
About the injustice that we&#8217;ve done along the way<br />
We try to black it out<br />
Never think about<br />
The price they had to pay<br />
We never cry for what was lost<br />
Shed a tear for the heavy cost<br />
Of what we call &#8220;freedom&#8221; </p>
<p>All the gold in the world couldn&#8217;t pay the debt we owe<br />
We&#8217;ll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them know<br />
That we won&#8217;t forget and sure as hell won&#8217;t justify<br />
And we&#8217;ll do our best to keep their memories alive </p>
<p>Oh the least that we could do<br />
Is dedicate one lonesome bloom<br />
Won&#8217;t ya take this Cherokee rose<br />
Oh the Cherokee rose<br />
The Cherokee rose</p>
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