Two boys on a playground
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Tryin' to push each other down
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See the crowd gather 'round
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Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd
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Black gold in a white plight
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Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
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I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
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I've got so much left to do with my life
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Moving backwards through time
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Never learn, never mind
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That side's yours, this side's mine
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Brother you ain't my kind
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You're a black soldier, white fight
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Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
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Sure like to feel some pride
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But this place just makes me feel sad inside
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Mother, do you know where your kids are tonight?
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Keeps the kids off the streets
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Gives 'em something to do, something to eat
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This spot was a playground
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This flat land used to be a town
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Black gold in a white plight
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Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
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Sure like to feel some pride
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But this place just makes me feel sad inside
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Black gold in a white plight
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Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
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I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
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I've got so much left to do with my life
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Black Gold
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Soul Asylum |