| And you wonder why people are racist
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| But have you seen the news
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| This daily institution has a habit of blurring truth
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| Start out six-pm with a sense of love for everyone
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| Then just after seven, the feeling’s gone
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| You built borders where there were no walls before
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| And all you’re left with is some half-baked ideas
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| Paranoia and seemingly justified fears
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| And you see a bag at a bus stop, you think its a bomb
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| You built prisons upon prisons for us all
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| And you wonder why people are confused
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| But have you read the papers
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| This daily institution doing wonders for race-relations
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| Start out early on with a sense of love for everyone
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| Then when you read the headlines, the feeling’s gone
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| You made problems where there were no problems before
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| And who controls our words controls the world
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| And the myths entangle all
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| Are good intentions blurred, it is time to see
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| State of mind — no state of mine
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| And you wonder why we voted to leave
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| But have you seen the news
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| A duty to inform the public totally abused
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| And now you left with nationalist ideals |
| Marooned on an island with two-percent beers
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| And the severed head of The Hydra still rolls on
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| You built prisons upon prisons for us all
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| And who controls our words controls the world
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| And the myths entangle all
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| Are good intentions blurred, it is time to see
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| State of mind — no state of mine |