| To my mind it always seems a little strange
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| That people won’t do the things
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| You know they ought to
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| Some folks say the world, it never gonna change
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| But in my heart I do believe
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| Those are the folks who guide to
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| Can’t or for not to
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| The day turns bright and night turns wonderful
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| Twilight never really brings into an end
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| If white is right and black is beautiful
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| Lord, tell me when can brown begin
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| Tell me, people, when can brown begin
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| Fire and water won’t be mixed in, so they say
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| But I’ve seen the steamclouds
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| Floating high and free
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| Salt and pepper don’t get in each other’s way
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| No, they just cooked together
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| And when they don’t agree, they just let each other be
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| The day turns bright and night turns wonderful
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| Twilight never really brings into an end
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| If white is right and black is beautiful
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| Lord, tell me when can brown begin
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| Tell me, people, when can brown begin
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| (repeat til fade) |