We people who are darker than blue
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Don't let us hang around this town
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And let what others say come true
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We're just good for nothing they all figure
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A boyish grown up shiftless jitter
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Now we can't hardly stand for that
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Or is that really where it's at
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We people who are darker than blue
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We've got no time for segregating
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I'm talking 'bout brown and yellow too
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A white girl can't you tell
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I'm just the surface of our dark deep well
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If your mind could really see
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You'd know your color same as me,
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Pardon me brother as you stand in your glory
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I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story
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Now I know we have great respect for the sister, and mother
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It's even better yet
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But there's the joker in the street loving one brother and killing the other
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When the time comes and we are really free
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There'll be no brothers left to see
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We people who are darker than blue
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Don't let us hang around this town
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And let what others say come true
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We're just good for nothing they all figure
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A boyish grown up shiftless jitter
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Now we can't hardly stand for that
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Or is that really where it's at
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We People Who Are Darker Than Blue
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| Sinead O'Connor |
