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All the needy still need, |
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And all the losers still lose. |
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All the preachers still preach, |
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But they ain't bringin no change. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
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All the low is still low, |
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And all the high still get high. |
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How I wish we could dance, |
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But all these rhythms don't seem to match up, |
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Seem to match up. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
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Bits and bits of cane, |
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Burning, burning, burning |
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Bit by bit away. |
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They grow as people grow, |
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And glow as people glow. |
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Bits and bits of cane, |
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Burning, burning, burning |
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Bit by bit away. |
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They grow as people grow, |
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And glow as people glow. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
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I'm not afraid to die, ' |
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Cause all these colors will change. |
