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Born with prejudice, throw it all about   By extracting color within the blues   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.      Tired of racism, going on and about     By liberating, we strike new tunes   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.     All of society, from near to far about   To all city slickers, outback folks or hippie communes   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
Color Within The Blues
Born with prejudice, throw it all about   By extracting color within the blues   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.      Tired of racism, going on and about     By liberating, we strike new tunes   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.     All of society, from near to far about   To all city slickers, outback folks or hippie communes   You’d all still enjoy it, no doubt   Without any clues, you got nothin’ to lose   The colors of blue, were made to be taken out   Now listen again, with newborn ears   Remember, you’d let dirt, get in and about   Baby face baby face without any fears.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
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