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Music has no color like you wouldn't if you couldn't see your skin. |
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Now it's time to rearrange, and tell me now where we begin. |
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What goes up must come down. |
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Dog the people who cause the black radio (x4) |
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Now I see a kid and his face is sad. |
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Let's stick him in a corner, so he won't bother us. |
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He's gonna rip it up, he's gonna kick it out, |
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He's gonna tear down all the walls that hold him in. |
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He's gonna push this, like you've never seen before. |
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(chorus x4) |
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The old man is still angry now |
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Because the black and white are still around, |
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But he's still got his best trick up his sleeve. |
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He's gonna raise his flag, he's gonna aim it straight, |
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He's gonna tear down all the walls that hold him in |
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To kill... kill... kill the system with love! |
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(chorus x4) |
