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 Two boys on a playground 
Tryin' to push each other down 
See the crowd gather 'round 
Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd 
Black gold in a white flight 
Fill up the tank let's go for a ride 
I don't care about no wheelchair 
I got so much left to do with my life 
Moving backwards through time 
Never learn, never mind 
That side's yours, this side's mine 
Brother you ain't my kind 
Black soldier, white fight 
Fill up the tank let's go for a ride 
Sure like to feel some pride 
But this place just makes me feel sad inside 
Mother do you know where 
Your kids are tonight... 
Keep the kids off the street 
Gives 'em something to do, something to eat 
This spot was a playground 
This flat land used to be a town 
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