| Little girl in a big town born with a silver spoon
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| One parent black, one parent white
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| Made her way to a school
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| With the children of the rainbow
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| But inside her eyes she was color blind
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| But then she met a black child
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| Who the people call a victim of a messed up system
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| They both tried but they couldn’t see eye to eye
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| He said, «Girl you gotta choose
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| Which side you wanna stand on
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| If you wanna stand with me
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| I wanna know, who do you think you really are?»
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| And she said
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| «Tell me where do I stand
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| When I stand on the color line?
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| We’re so quick to judge, nobody knows
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| Tell me what I should be
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| When I stand on the color line?
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| And I wonder who really knows»
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| Made her way into a college
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| When the girl turned seventeen
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| So beautiful, so very wise
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| She had a vision of a family,
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| Home, and her own career
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| She remained the apple of her parents eye
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| Then she met a white child
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| Who said that he loved her
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| Didn’t care about culture
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| «You can be whatever you want today
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| But you know you gotta choose
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| Which side you wanna stand on
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| If you wanna stand with me
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| I wanna know, who do you think you really are?»
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| And she said,
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| A grown woman in a bed
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| At a local sanitarium
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| The nurse feeds her food and then combs her hair
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| In a place where her mind used to be she remembers
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| How her life was good when she used to care
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| Then her mind flashed back
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| To the night when both men asked her to marry
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| But every offer comes along with a deal
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| They both said, «You gotta choose
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| Which side you wanna stand on
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| If you wanna stand with me
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| How do you know,
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| How do you know who you really are?»
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| And she said, |