| All my days in so many ways I’ve seen it
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| This prejudice I’ve seen it twist and turn
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| I’ve cried at thoughts of not bein' able to stop it
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| And now I ache away for it’s here so strong today
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| What are you organizing for?
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| Put up another door
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| Just stop and look around
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| Say you must see
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| The blindness we have here
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| You say you’ve heard it all before
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| And you’ll hear it again
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| Just go ahead and close us off
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| But you’ll still feel the pain that you create
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| Our peace comes from within
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| And I think war does too
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| Believe in love and you’ll get what is due
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| Skin, yellow, red, brown, black and white
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| Can’t stop to see that no, no
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| Only single hearts and minds inside our heads
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| What are you organizing for?
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| Put up another door
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| Just stop and look around
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| Say you must see
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| The blindness we have here
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| You say you’ve heard it all before
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| And you’ll hear it again
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| Just go ahead and close us off
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| But you’ll still feel the pain that you create
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| Oh Gandhi, when you look at us
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| Does your heart ache?
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| How could you think that
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| Peace in this world has a place?
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| Well, I believe in peace not pride or race
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| To set our future days, future ways
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| And I can only hope
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| We don’t keep blowin' it all away
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| What are you organizing for?
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| Put up another door
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| Just stop and look around
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| Say you must see
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| The blindness we have here
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| You say you’ve heard it all before
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| And you’ll hear it again
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| Just go ahead and close us off
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| But you’ll still feel the pain that you create |