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A white face in a white crowd |
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The day, it starts and it gets harder just to stand out |
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Someone, everyone organically can hang with |
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Or someone cynically manipulating language |
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Whoever told you that we needed you to be this? |
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We've all been sold a bill of goods if we believe it |
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Another warning from the well of true believers |
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There will be mourning in |
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America and we say |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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You summon ghosts we tried to bury in their white shrouds |
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With burning cross and bloody crescent in the |
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White House |
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You come on something like the faces |
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I remember1980, |
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Mississippi rising from the ash and embers |
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Never, now, can |
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I imagine me forgiving you |
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Never, now, can |
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I imagine how to live with you |
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Another warning from the lake of people bleeding |
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There will be mourning in |
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America if you keep it up |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Up from the sultry air of the |
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South of a time gone by |
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To your mercurial mouth |
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And where the buses in |
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Boston that have idled for years |
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Ride the line to |
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Orange County and the fare is the fears |
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Of the long manipulated and the willfully dumb |
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You better watch what you ask for' |
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Cause someday, it might just come |