It was a dark day in September,
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Dark clouds filled the skies.
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And all that I remember
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Was the neighbours 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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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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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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The neighbours say the neighbourhood is losing.
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That the neighbours, they are moving.
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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. |
We’re all the same in Chicago,
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We’re all the same in L.A.
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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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On the inside we’re all the same,
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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. |