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IN BLACK & WHITE
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(Janis Ian)
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We were marching from Montgomery, Alabama, '65
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Freedom riders, Jim Crow heros, come to keep the faith alive
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We were picking Southern cotton, registration for the vote
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We were one then - we were young then
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When black & white still spoke
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(chorus) Now it's all gone to pieces
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God alone knows why
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Just a story they call history
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written down in black & white
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And we set aside our anger, and we set aside our fears
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And we built a common future on the bedrock of our tears
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And we marched for the children and the millions without hope
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We agreed to believe, when black & white still spoke
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Now it's all gone to pieces
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God alone knows why
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Just a story they call history
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written down in black & white
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Nothing's sadder than the man who
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thinks he's free when he is chained
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to the prison of his hatred
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and a dream gone up in flames
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Colored only at the fountains,
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congregations, soda shops
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Colored only in the bathrooms
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and the cemetery lots
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And if Jesus was a black man
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or as white as Sambo's grin
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it's his words that we remember
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not the color of his skin
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It's all gone to pieces
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God alone knows why
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Just a story they call history
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written down in black & white
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IN BLACK & WHITE
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| Janis Ian |
