| White people are so scared of black people
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| They bulldoze out to the country
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| And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets
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| And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest
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| The berlin wall still runs down main street
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| Separating east side from west
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| And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
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| In the boarded-up stores and the broken-down houses
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| So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
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| Just to prove they got no manners
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| No mercy and no sense
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| And i’m wondering what it will take
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| For my city to rise
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| First we admit our mistakes
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| Then we open our eyes
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| The ghosts of old buildings are haunting parking lots
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| In the city of good neighbors that history forgot
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| I remember the first time i saw someone
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| Lying on the cold street
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| I thought: i can’t just walk past here
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| This can’t just be true
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| But i learned by example
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| To just keep moving my feet
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| It’s amazing the things that we all learn to do
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| So we’re led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
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| Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
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| And the old farm road’s a four-lane that leads to the mall
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| And our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall
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| I’m wondering what it will take
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| For my country to rise
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| First we admit our mistakes
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| And then we open our eyes
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| Or nature succumbs to one last dumb decision
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| And america the beautiful
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| Is just one big subdivision |