| Let me take you down Equality Street
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| You never know the people you meet
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| At the end of the street is a golden gate
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| It let in love, it don’t let in hate, no
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| Walk with me down Equality Street
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| Do unto others and life is sweet
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| Books have no covers, just look right in
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| You’re judged by your words, not the colour of your skin
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| Oh dayo, dayo, dayo, me say dayo
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| Biddly biddly biddly biddly biddly biddly bong yo…
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| Yo, I’m like John Lennon
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| Except I do imagine there’s a heaven
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| Somewhere, everyone is welcome
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| All my multicultural brethren
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| Where, hate is outdated
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| Today, love’s the word
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| Even for people from Luxembourg
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| Or maybe like some other countries that you might ignore
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| Tonga, never thought of in my life before
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| But if I met a guy from Tonga then we stop and we speak
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| In fluent Tongalese on Equality Street
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| Yep acceptance, see that Kenyan guy with mental eyes
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| He might be totally normal, you can’t generalize
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| Black people aren’t crazy, fat people aren’t lazy
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| And dwarfs aren’t babies
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| You can’t just pick 'em up, they got rights
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| And anyway don’t assume you could, they’re not light
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| I learnt the hard way
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| Don’t give a damn if you’re Russian or you’re Spanish
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| The comrades, compadres
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| You could be a half gay woman with a dark face
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| One leg, no legs, long as you’ve got a heart
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| Hey, transgender, gay, straight, lesbians, whatever, whoever
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| Hey mate, let’s be friends, but just friends
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| I want you to be, where you’re properly free
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| Obviously, it’s Equality Street, believe
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| You know the deal there
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| Everything is real fair
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| Take a ride on my equal opportunity wheelchair, yeah!
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| Come with me down Equality Street
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| You never know the people you meet
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| At the end of the street is a golden gate
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| It lets in love, it don’t let in hate, no
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| Equality Street
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| Equality Street
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| Equality Street
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| Biddly biddly biddly biddly biddly biddly bong sweet |