You don’t know
Too white to be black
Too black to be white
We think we know what’s right,
So what’s right?
We’ll never know
Until we feel as cold as snow
Like we’ve made the others feel
Don’t ruin the reel
We don’t know how they feel.
They can’t get over it
You won’t get over it
Just get over it.
They are what they are
We are what we are
I am what I am
You are what you are
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