| My 5 A.M. |
| alarm goes off, I’m rolling out of bed
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| I turn the TV on, to wake up and clear my head
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| I catch the news, just in time to view another stirring of the pot
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| Talks of in-equality, what people need, and forgetting what they’ve got
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| But in these times of opposition, the prejudice runs deep
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| Dividing us by heritage is all they ever preach
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| They tell us that they really care
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| But to them it’s just a game
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| ‘Cause we were all Americans
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| before the hyphens came
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| When people cared ‘bout who you were
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| and less about your name
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| ‘Cause we were all Americans
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| Before the hyphens came
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| Somewhere down along the line, someone had the great idea
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| to divide us up by heritage, and profit from that fear
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| But growing up a while back, before these racial trends
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| Whether immigrant, or white or black, we just called each other friends
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| And if we spoke an extra language, it was just another way
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| To pledge allegiance to the flag, God bless the USA
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| So don’t listen to those talking heads
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| There’s one thing they forgot
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| That this Sweet Land of Liberty
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| Should be one big Melting Pot
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| So take away the hyphens
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| We’ll all be the same
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| No more lines betweens us
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| Together we’ll remain
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| Forget about your color
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| Forget about your name
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| No more lines between us
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| Cause we are all the same |