| Come to my door, baby
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| Face is clean and shining black as night
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| My mother went to answer you know
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| That you looked so fine
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| Now I could understand your tears and your shame
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| She called you «boy» instead of your name
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| When she wouldn’t let you inside
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| When she turned and said
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| «But honey, he’s not our kind.»
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| She says I can’t see you any more, baby
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| Can’t see you anymore
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| Walk me down to school, baby
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| Everybody’s acting deaf and blind
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| Until they turn and say, «Why don’t you stick to your own kind.»
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| My teachers all laugh, their smirking stares
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| Cutting deep down in our affairs
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| Preachers of equality
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| Think they believe it, then why won’t they just let us be?
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| They say I can’t see you anymore baby
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| Can’t see you anymore
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| One of these days I’m gonna stop my listening
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| Gonna raise my head up high
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| One of these days I’m gonna raise my glistening wings and fly
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| But that day will have to wait for a while
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| Baby I’m only society’s child
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| When we’re older things may change
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| But for now this is the way, they must remain
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| I say I can’t see you anymore baby
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| Can’t see you anymore
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| No, I won’t see you anymore, baby |