| You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome
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| Slave to the hormone, body and soul
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| In a struggle to be happy and free
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| Swimming in a primitive sea
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| You and I, we must dive below the surface
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| A world of red neon and ultramarine
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| Shining bridges on the ocean floor
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| Reaching to the alien shore
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| For you and me, sex is not a competition
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| For you and me, sex is not a job description
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| For you and me
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| We agree
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| You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes
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| Color and culture, language and race
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| Just variations on a theme
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| Islands in a much larger stream
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| For you and me, race is not a competition
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| For you and me, race is not a definition
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| For you and me
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| We agree
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| Reaching for the alien shore
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| You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes
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| We add to each other, like a coral reef
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| Building bridges on the ocean floor
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| Reaching for the alien shore
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| For you and me, sex is not a competition
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| For you and me, race is not a definition
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| For you and me, we hold these truths to be self-evident
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| For you and me, we’d elect each other president
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| For you and me
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| We might agree
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| But that’s just us…
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| Reaching for the alien shore |