This Old World Is Changing Hands

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Oh, a thousand marching armies and 
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a million marching men
Have won the wide world over and 
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lost it back again,
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But now the word has gone to ev'ry
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 fallen land,
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That this old world is changing 
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hands.

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From the master to the servant, 
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from the owner to the slave,
Colonial days are buried in a deep 
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and dirty grave.
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It's so easy to see and well to 
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understand
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That this old world is changing 
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hands.

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Washington and Jefferson and 
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Patrick Henry too,
They knew what they were doing when 
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they started something new.
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It was in this giant land of ours 
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that it all began
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When this old land was changing 
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hands.

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And when World War Two was rollin'
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 by, the tide was on its way.
Many countries had to listen to the 
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words they had to say,
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And the word was spread by 
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millions, all of yellow, black, and 
tan,
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That this old world is changing 
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hands.

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Now Africa and Asia and the 
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Caribbean shore
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No longer can be counted as the 
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spoils of war.
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They were bought and sold together;
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 now together they will stand,
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For this old world is changing 
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hands.