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Seen a face I don't recognize |
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Making discord, turning my days sadder |
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Don't confuse the word ostracise |
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It'll make it fit more or disorganise matter |
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It's all in your game, yeah. It's all in your game. |
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Dear Mr Cooper, |
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I believe that you're a man of musical taste |
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You will therefore be aware of the pain |
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And heartache, that contradictions makes |
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They say music is a river, yet it flows on |
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Regardless of the profits that make you quiver |
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So as we deliver the river your reply we anticipate |
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Yours, Theo |
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His response was pure mental Jazz |
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A sobering vastness where shiny ebony forms |
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Dance in dark glasses |
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Such a tragic display of our racial identity |
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Would make John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah |
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Wail in their graves! |
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As we stand here waiting to be saved |
