| Your eyes tell a story, such a sad story
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| Of the things you feel inside
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| Of the things you cannot hide
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| My friend I see trouble in your eyes
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| There ain’t no justice
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| In that picture that you’re painting of me in your mind
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| Ain’t no justice 'cause that face ain’t mine
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| There ain’t no justice
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| Build your walls
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| Craw into your holes
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| Put out your signs
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| Peep through your blinds
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| Call me, «your kind»
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| I don’t mind
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| There ain’t no justice
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| Why can’t we live our lives and be friends?
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| In that picture that you’re painting of me in your mind
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| Ain’t no justice 'cause that face ain’t mine
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| There ain’t no justice
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| Close your eyes, I want you to take an imaginary trip with me
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| Tomorrow!
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| Listen to the sound of the children playing
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| Their young happy hearts laughing and saying
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| «I care not about the color of my friend,»
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| «I only know I’m having fun with him.»
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| Black, white, yellow, green or blue
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| What does color really mean?
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| Yet it keeps you and I from seeing eye to eye
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| If nothing else let us learn from the kids
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| Once again, happiness
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| There ain’t no justice when you don’t trust us! |