Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
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I'm lookin thru African eyes
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Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
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I've got a face, not just my race, bang bang I've got you babe!
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Sun comes up and the man goes down
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And the woman comes again
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Just an hour or so to be safe from fear
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We jump thru hoops, we're divisible now, just disappear
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We reach out over race and hold each other's hands
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Then die in the flames singing "we shall overcome"
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Woah! What's going on?
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There'll be some blood, no doubt about it
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But we'll come through don't doubt it
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I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me
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You won't kill me
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You won't kill me
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But I look into your eyes
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And I wonder sometimes
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Oh Lord, just let him see me
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Lord, Lord, just let him hear me
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Let him call me brother
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Let him put his arms around me
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Let him put his hands together
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Reach over race and hold each other's hands
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Walk thru the night thinking we are the world
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Woah! What's going on?
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There'll be some blood no doubt about it
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But we'll come thru- i don't doubt it
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I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me
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You won't kill me
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You won't kill me
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But I wonder why
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Yes, I wonder why sometimes
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They'll show us how to break the rules
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But never how to make the rules
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Reduce us down to witless punks
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Fascist cries both black and white, who's got the blood? Who's got the gun?
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Putting on the black tie, cranking out the white noise
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(Just a fool!)
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Black Tie, White Noise
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| David Bowie |
