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Torn pages from a dead girls diary,He had a dream, I have a dream, so why are weStill caught up, still afraid of ourselves?A melting pot, steaming hot in a living hellJust another anti-racist song,It's been 200 years, and still we can't get along.But I guess that's how it is in this star spangled hell.Take a page from your own book.Tear it up. From Letras Mania