It was a dark day in September
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Dark clouds filled the sky
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And all that I remember
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Was the neighbors asking why?
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The blacks stepped off the Central
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The whites all stood and stared
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The schoolyard lay in silence
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The sounds of being scared
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(CHORUS)
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We're all the same on the inside
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We¡¯re all the same in the end
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We're all the same on the inside
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On the inside we're all the same
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We stood in opposition
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Will never understand
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The deeply rooted feelings
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We discovered now and again
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The screams don't mean they're playing
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They're scrapping in the halls
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And we're not getting nowhere
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When there is no trust at all
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(CHORUS)
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The neighbors say the neighborhood is losing
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That the neighbors-they are moving
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And it's all down hill from here
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Yes, it's all down hill from here
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We¡¯re all the same in our sadness
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We're all the same in our pain
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We¡¯re all the same under pressure
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On the inside, we're all the same
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We're all the same in Chicago
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We're all the same in LA
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We're all the same in Phoenix
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On the inside we're all the same¡¦
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Yeah we're all, we're all, we're all the same
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Inside, we're all the same
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All The Same
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Blue Meanies |