| One more day down
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| Everybody has those days
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| Where one soft sweet song’s
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| Just enough to clear my head
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| Fall on real life
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| Is anybody left there sane?
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| If we slide on over and accept fate
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| Then it’s bound to be a powerful thing
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| If it’s just that you’re weak
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| Can we talk about it
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| It’s gettin' so damn creepy
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| Just nursing this ghost of chance
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| The fiction, the romance
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| And the Technicolor dreams
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| Of black and white people
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| One boy head strong
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| Thinks that living here’s just plain
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| He’s pushed down so hard
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| You can hear him start to sink
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| And it’s one last round of petty conversation
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| You hold on boy 'cuz
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| You won’t go down like this?
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| Just roll over
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| Lay down till it’s more than you can take
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| If it’s just that you’re weak
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| Can we talk about it
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| It’s gettin' so damn creepy
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| Just nursing this ghost of chance
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| The fiction, the romance
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| And the Technicolor dreams
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| Of black and white people
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| So one more day down
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| And everybody’s changin'
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| One soft sweet sound
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| Is just enough to clear my head
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| If it’s just that you’re weak
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| Can we talk about it
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| It’s gettin' so damn creepy
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| Just nursing this ghost of chance
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| The fiction, the romance
|
| And the Technicolor dreams
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| Of black and white people
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| Yeah if you’re weak
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| Can we talk about it
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| It’s gettin' so damn creepy
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| Just nursing this ghost of chance
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| The fiction, the romance
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| And the Technicolor dreams
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| Of black and white people
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| We are black and white people
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| We are black and white people
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| We are black and white people |