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Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I don’t know what to tell you my son
The fire has started and it’s a hot one
The past is about to be undone
We once wanted to learn from it
Now we’re erasing the song they sung
You may have to ask yourself why
And if you can’t understand
Then ask a man who was hung

The storm will pass
Just like the last one
But what will it leave behind?

You can’t change the color of your skin
The way it was worn once was a sin
It’s up to you to decide where history will begin
You had nothing to do with it
You’re innocent but the gallows bell is heard again
Their anger is a tormented man’s cry
And if we can’t understand
Ask if marble eyes have a soul within

The storm will pass
Just like the next one
But what new world will we find?
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do

Fu shew-away u blacks

Icehousey, buddie wiser are..my MAN-he he hein kin..
Dan tell me wat fugshuis -Denmark!

SHRI DENMARK!

VUBAKS go

go Alaska, Africa, be free then...den

My Grandfather stood at Antietam

VUBAKS go

These medals, pins, regalia, -so special.

...not general... like you...

SPE i -CIAL

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

VUBAKS go

Everybody knows, civilization was created by Whiskey!

...whiskey...

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do

VEE SHAR NO WAN DO-O....

I voted for Drumpf

I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do


SHRI TRUMPF -D

yeah...yeah

ISA
de-urdsey
Think about it.

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