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Something |
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I forgot that |
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I used to know |
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Keeps on coming back around. |
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Somewhere in the dark right before the dawn |
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Like a light from down the hall. |
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Suddenly some old familiar music |
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Songs I know |
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I've never heard before. |
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I gotta play along |
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I can't refuse it |
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I hear the call. |
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We've all been so proud of our blindness |
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No kindness to share |
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I used to cry for the lost |
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Until I had to turn away. |
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Then I looked inside, past the fool, |
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And found some deeper words to say |
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To bring us together. |
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We can make it better |
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We can make it right. |
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We hide behind the veil of our own success, |
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While we're following the rules. |
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Our eyes refuse to see past our little hands |
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To the never changing truth. |
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Freedom needs to speak a little louder, |
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Justice needs to try her other arm. |
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Some of us could push a little harder |
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To sound the alarm. |
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And I see children marching |
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And I hear the drums again |
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I used to cry for the lost |
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Until I had to turn away. |
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Then I looked inside, past the fool, |
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And found some deeper words to say. |
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If we hope and pray, |
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It will come, give it half a chance. |
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Everyone, understand |
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In our hearts and our mind, |
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You know there's nothing left to hide, |
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We're already there. |
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I used to cry. |
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Cry for the lost |
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I was walking away. |
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I used to try to find a reason. |
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Then I looked inside, |
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I used to mind everytime |
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I was walking away, |
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I gotta find what |
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I'm feeling |
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To bring us together. |