| A strong and hungry state
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| Blue-eyed boy was born one day
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| A proud and loving steel
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| A mother held and honed his will
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| Any hope and dream saw him to the sky it seemed
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| And yet a quiet cold ran under a world unknown
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| A youthful life unfold
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| A dark tale of history told
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| Who taught you right from wrong
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| Who taught you white from not
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| Any hope and dream not the same for all it seems
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| And wrongs that ought to change
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| You are not to fault or blame
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| Pick a spot
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| Start to scrub
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| It might help you rise above
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| Take a walk
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| To the land
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| That you swore you understand
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| Any hope and dream saw into the sky it seem
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| Pick a spot
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| Start to scrub
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| It might help you rise above
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| Take a walk
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| To the land
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| That you swore you understand
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| I’ve been right for so damn long
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| There’s no room for me to be wrong
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| I’ve been right for so damn long |