| Like grass through cracked cement
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| We move through spaces called
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| Difference and restriction
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| These lines in the sand
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| They divide the common land
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| My friend, if the world can’t fit in your hand
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| Maybe it’s the way that you’re squeezing
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| Trying to trap a man inside his skin
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| How can we know what oceans the waters call home?
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| And late at night do they swim there alone?
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| Come rescue the cold
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| Born under barricades
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| Raised high to dam us
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| You’ve built up these borders;
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| Can your fences contain
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| A tempered man’s refrain that
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| «Color and law are not what lives in a man’s heart»?
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| (And yet it sets us apart)
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| How can we know what oceans the waters call home?
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| And late at night do they swim there alone?
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| Come rescue the cold
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| Mother of Exiles, You’ve turned many away
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| Oh, warm waters won’t you rescue the cold?
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| Thaw the ice that hubris grows
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| And when you break through I hope that it holds
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| How can we know what oceans the waters call home?
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| And late at night do they swim there alone? |