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10 years after, his guts still churned, He packed his bag and he returned |
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To people like horses they were well bred, Beauty in the flesh but empty in the head |
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They talked of money and trains so fast, Manicured smiles for the lower class |
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From a city on a hill where greed is sacred, They sneered at the world their parents created |
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{All their cocaine and credit cards, Didn't get them very far |
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All of their money and fancy cars, didn't drive them far from Manzanar} |
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Black and white like a photograph, All that was good was in the past |
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The ground was amber waves of green, The future looked so serene |
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The people were cold, their edges sharp, Plastic mouths open out came the bark |
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You're the under class, not like the rest, all your life you'll be second best |
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A jury of peers or was it fate? That turned all his love into hate |
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A snarling dog spitting out broken teeth, He fought every inch but the grade was steep |
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Backed in a corner, they beat him down, a wreath of thorns for his boyhood crown |
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Not gonna live an eternity of shame, he killed himself and stole my name |
