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Strange Fruit |
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Miscellaneous |
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No White Clouds |
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Strange Fruit---No White Clouds |
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Green grass grows on the ground as I expound above the sound, |
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look around, now sit down and listen |
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Dark brown shades drown in the raise of rock, |
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close your eyes and still see the yellow sun |
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Feel the earth beneath your feet reaching to meet the sea, |
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the sky, and I fly higher |
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Above the ground, beneath the sound that's going |
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round and round and round and colors flowing down |
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No white clouds in my blue sky |
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Gold leaves whisper their dreams to me, |
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I feel the breeze on my face and I see no trace of confusion |
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Clarity speaks over the age of race, |
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dark colors bring light and erase the view of illusion |
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Visions of hope they haunt my psyche, |
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tease me, tie me up in a world of white lies |
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They say freedom is the answer to a question |
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you don't have to ask and then my hope dies |
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No white clouds in my blue sky |
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They have a space that human race creates, |
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relate to color of greed, but we all bleed the same color |
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Life flows, bringing the essence of hope |
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and rebirth to the permanent other |
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New days fade into gray and decay and then go away |
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Leaving us searching for the perfect solution |
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and orange is the color of my revolution |
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No white clouds in my blue sky |
