| No one’s born with hatred, it’s something that you learn
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| How do you think the good Lord feels,
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| about the crosses you burn
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| What makes you hate the difference
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| of someone’s skin or race?
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| You must think you have more rights
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| to be living in this place
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| I don’t know what you feel, or have you lost your mind?
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| Afraid to take a look at yourself,
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| afraid of the things you will find
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| You’re no friend of mine
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| The Dark Ages are over, in case you haven’t heard
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| While you’re lost in ignorance, you killed a mockingbird
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| Hide behind your bedclothes, meet in some secret place
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| One day soon this hate you’ve brewed
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| will blow up in your face
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| I don’t know what you feel, or have you lost your mind?
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| Afraid to take a look at yourself,
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| afraid of the things you will find
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| You’re no friend of mine
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| Black and white and yellow, living side by side
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| The children always play together,
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| we taught them otherwise
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| All men created equal, all have human rights
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| So tell me why we hate each other,
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| no winners in the fight
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| I don’t know what you feel, or have you lost your mind?
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| Afraid to take a look at yourself,
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| afraid of the things you will find
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| You’re no friend of mine |