| 2 am, bars were closing
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| Heard the news on channel 4 and
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| The TV anchor tried to say
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| What she thought really happened today
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| But, words are dangerous like the gun
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| Takes away a mother’s son
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| A lot of people have had enough
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| Just waiting for this time to come
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot tonight
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| Right or wrong, battle lines are drawn
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| Like the difference tween dusk and dawn
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| Black and white in the light of day
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| But at night there’s only shades-of-grey
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| Preacher speakin', fist raised singin'
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| Barely missin', tear gas whistlin'
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| Walking down West Florissant Road
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| It feels like this city is gonna explode
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot tonight
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| Painted signs, a megaphone message
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| You can feel it St. Louis to Los Angeles
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| These words written on a door:
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| It ain’t just about the rich and poor
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| Our past won’t go away
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| It haunts us to present day
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| There’s so much left to learn
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| As the bullets fly and the buildings burn
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot
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| Ohhh, gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot in the streets tonight
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| Gonna be a riot tonight |