society
Black, white, orange, yellow
cut us open we all bleed red.
as we bleed on we all die, 6 feet under we’re rested.
Grass, flowers they grow, I don’t 6 feet under we’re rested
black, white, orange, yellow
Death knows no color, death knows no religion. Everone has a ending
black, white, orange, yellow
We are the world, love is what we need, love is the best thing we do
black, white, orange, yellow
cut us open we all bleed red
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