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one more day down
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everybody has those days
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where one soft sweet song's
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just enough to clear my head
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fall on real life
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is anybody left there sane?
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if we slide on over and accept fate
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then it's bound to be a powerful thing
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if it's just that you're weak
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can we talk about it
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it's gettin' so damn creepy
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just nursing this ghost of a chance
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the fiction, the romance
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and the Technicolor dreams
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of black and white people
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one boy head strong
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thinks that living here's just plain
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He's pushed down so hard
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you can hear him start to sink
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and it's one last round of petty conversation
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you hold on boy cuz
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you won't go down like this?
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just roll on over
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lay down till it's more than you can take
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so one more day down
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and everybody's changin'
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one more head down
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just enough to reach my head
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yeah if you're weak
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can we talk about it
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it's gettin' so damn creepy
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just nursing this ghost of a chance
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the fiction, the romance
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and the Technicolor dreams
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of black and white people
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We are black and white people
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Black And White People
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