| You and me are from different tribes
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| Never learned to talk so we learned to fight
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| Communication like water spilled
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| What we can’t take in, was lost or killed
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| We learned to live where we bore each child
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| Every step we took lost another mile
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| Came the day we were face to face
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| Didn’t understand so our instincts raced
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| If we don’t get together at all we lose it
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| Get to the table and talk, we’ll choose it
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| Forget what’s been said before confusing
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| Out of the heart of it all our future’s born
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| If we don’t look inside our souls, we could be gone
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| Forty thousand years underneath your belt
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| Now you have to pray where the white man knelt
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| You’ve been ridiculed because of what you felt
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| Tried to crucify you, but you fought like hell
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| The dreams that lead your every move
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| Full of stories you could never prove
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| If god is part of the written word
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| There are stories that your god ain’t heard
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| If we don’t get together at all we lose it
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| Get to the table and talk, we’ll choose it |