When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark
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The melody blows in to ease the pain
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Two thousand years and we're still here fighting over the same old fear
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The muddy steps of hate can't stand this rain
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I'll stand up on this stage as if it was my altar
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I'll face down all the rage and no, I will not falter
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Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay
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In your heart
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The mat on the floor says welcome, the sign on the door says no
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Says 'No coloreds allowed unless you're playing in the show'
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Well I've never seen a color except the ones up in the sky
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When I see this kind of hatred I die a little inside
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I'll stand up on this stage as if it was altar
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I'll face down all this rage and no, I will not falter
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Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay
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And when you finish your song boy you've got to be on your way
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But if I'm good enough to play then I'm good enough to stay
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In your heart
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This one's for the Godfather, Duke, Ella, and the Count
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And for all those who fought their way here no matter the amount
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For all of God's children walking through dumpsters in the back
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Had to finish their show and leave just because their skin was black
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They stood up on the stage as if it was their altar
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They faced down all the rage and no, they did not falter
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They were good enough to play but not good enough to stay
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And when they finished their songs boy they had to be on their way
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They were good enough to play and somehow they've always stayed
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In our hearts
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And if I'm good enough to play then we've got to find the space
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In our hearts
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Good Enough
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Edwin McCain |