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There are desperate times upon us |
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There are codes of white and black |
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Political resentment and people start to crack |
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There's hate and opposition |
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There's fumbling dialog |
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Yet you sit there and judge me |
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And you think it makes a difference |
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If you think I'm all alone, you are foolishly wrong |
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There's an entire army who blindly follow along |
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And you happen to be one of them believe it or not |
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Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague |
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The other ways we're taught to fear |
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Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here |
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But I'm not blind and I'm not scared |
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So many crucial factors exist out there |
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And we're but one and they're 'bout two |
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And how we come to terms will help us pull through |
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Things cannot change too fast |
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It took us this much time |
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To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line |
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If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today |
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But so many are like me lost in the fray |
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You create at your own reality |
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And leave mine to me |
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And leave mine to me |
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And leave mine to me |
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And leave mine to me |
