| 10 years after, his guts still churned, He packed his bag and he returned
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| To people like horses they were well bred, Beauty in the flesh but empty in the
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| head
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| They talked of money and trains so fast, Manicured smiles for the lower class
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| From a city on a hill where greed is sacred, They sneered at the world their
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| parents created
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| {All their cocaine and credit cards, Didn’t get them very far
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| All of their money and fancy cars, didn’t drive them far from Manzanar}
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| Black and white like a photograph, All that was good was in the past
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| The ground was amber waves of green, The future looked so serene
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| The people were cold, their edges sharp, Plastic mouths open out came the bark
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| You’re the under class, not like the rest, all your life you’ll be second best
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| A jury of peers or was it fate? |
| That turned all his love into hate
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| A snarling dog spitting out broken teeth, He fought every inch but the grade
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| was steep
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| Backed in a corner, they beat him down, a wreath of thorns for his boyhood crown
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| Not gonna live an eternity of shame, he killed himself and stole my name |