| It’s a new day in the District
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| After four years off the rails
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| Want some checks and some balances
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| Not just the same old rich white males
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| We can put this all in order
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| Build a brand new house of cards
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| Pretty soon it may fall, ain’t it true, don’t they all?
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| But old habits die hard
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| I hope I’m aiming for the truth most times
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| That I’m ready to be wrong
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| But my mind was designed for a different world
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| And the tribal urge is strong
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| Every loss of privilege
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| Is a swift kick in the ‘nards
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| It’s been long overdue, I’ll admit that it’s true
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| But old habits die hard, old habits die hard
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| Save us from ourselves
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| Save us from each other
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| Save us from the sickness
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| That sees a threat
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| And not a sister or a brother
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| May this go down for the ages
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| As the lowest that we creep
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| May the children in their cages
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| See their mothers in their sleep
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| May we find some kind of justice
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| In the tatters and the shards
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| Every recompense is welcome
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| But old habits die hard, old habits die hard |