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I heard a funny thing today |
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What a way |
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The little things that people say |
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Maybe you've heard this one before |
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Well I'm sure |
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You've probably heard this once or more |
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Well I was sat inside a taxi ride just chatting as you do |
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Driver he turns around to me |
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Fancy free |
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And tells the one about the black man and the tree |
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One to another such a harmless joke |
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Just sticks and stones |
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One to another now |
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We got a line to draw |
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In the everyday war |
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I never asked so what's he telling me for |
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Oh I feel like it's best to ignore |
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Just want to look at the floor |
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Who's that knocking at the door? |
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This is Paul |
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He's been redundant since they |
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He saw a different colour skin |
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Replace him |
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While getting paid much less and all |
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And now he hates them all he's |
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Poison minded |
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No punchline |
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No laughter here at all |
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One to another now |
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We got a line to draw |
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In the everyday war |
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I never asked so what's he telling me for |
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Oh I feel like it's best to ignore |
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Just want to look at the floor |
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Now we got a line to draw |
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In this everyday war |
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He's telling me I guess he's told it once before |
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Am I content with turning the cheek |
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Or do I stand up and speak? |
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One to another |
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It's just sticks and stones |
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Just break my bones |
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One to another now |
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We got a line to draw |
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In the everyday war |
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I never asked so what's he telling me for |
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Oh I feel like it's best to ignore |
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Just want to look at the floor |
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Now we got a line to draw |
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In this everyday war |
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He's telling me I guess he's told it once before |
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Am I content with turning the cheek |
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Or do I stand up and speak? |
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If we're gonna sit endure |
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Then we're making it more |
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We're in the problem if we won't be like a cure |
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Until these attitudes are no more |
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Well everyday there is war |
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Me say war |
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How I wish I could smile |
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Let it go once a while |
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Give an inch take a mile |
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And he'll be telling it again |
