| America's on fire
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| There's protests in the street
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| Her conscience has been looted
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| And her soul is under siege
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| Another mother's crying
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| As history repeats
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| I can't breathe
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| God damn those eight long minutes
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| Lying face-down in cuffs on the ground
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| Bystanders pleaded for mercy
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| As one cop shoved a kid in the crowd
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| When did a judge and a jury
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| Become a badge and a knee
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| On these streets?
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| Stay alive, stay alive
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| Shine a light, stay alive
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| Use your voice and you remember me
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| American reckoning
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| I'll never know what it's like
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| To walk a mile in his shoes
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| And I'll never have to have the talk
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| So it don't happen to you
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| Three little words written 'cross the chest
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| Of a twelve-year-old who hasn't lived life yet
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| "Am I next?" |
| "Am I next?"
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| Stay alive, stay alive
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| Shine a light, stay alive
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| Use your voice and you remember me
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| American reckoning
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| Is this a moment or movement?
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| Is this the tide or a flood?
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| Is our American reckoning
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| Our story written in blood?
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| Or in love?
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| Or in peace?
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| Stay alive, stay alive
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| Shine a light, stay alive
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| Use your voice and you remember me
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| Stay alive, stay alive
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| Shine a light, stay alive
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| Use your voice and you remember me
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| American reckoning
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| In our American reckoning |