| Why do we judge someone on their color?
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| Why do we judge on just a look?
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| Why can’t we search a little further?
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| And tell me why can’t it stand for something good?
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| Has it ever dawned on you, my brother
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| That she exemplifies the one pure mother?
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| Please don’t let her slip right through your fingers
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| When you could have the best of something real
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| 1 — What’s in the color of a sky as black as night?
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| The color of the earth reflecting all the rays of light?
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| The sea, at times it’s dark, a quiet strength to see you through
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| What’s in a color, but beauty?
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| What’s in a color?
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| Seems as though we’ve been through this before
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| Looking desperately for something more
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| More of what we need to carry on
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| And more of what should be in spite of all
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| Have you seen looks of pain or smiles upon my face
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| It has been too long and far too much a price to pay
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| Well, I’d love to see the day when I would never have to say |