| Old North StateWhere I come from
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| | to come to
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| The grass is very soft
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| | the rescueThere was but one solutionsBob
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| Mama's homemade wine is strongWhere I
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| | said goodbye
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| come from
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| | he did not
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| The train tracks divide the town
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| | look backHe did not
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| Like the Great Wall of ChinaWhere I come
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| | care to think
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| from
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| | himself selfish
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| White and black folk are kin
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| | while sitting in
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| But they don't speak of this proud
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| | the bathtub
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| lineageWhere I come from
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| | unconscious
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| We scream and scream
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| | nor did he worry
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| And we scream some moreWhere I come from
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| | about all those left
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| | behind to deal
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| There are no queers, since
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| | with his decisionHe was bold and brave
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| Kinfolk like me best in CaliWhere I come
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| | he did not
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| from
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| | waiver
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| Whites pity blacks
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| | clear and decisive
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| Mothers pity unmarried daughters
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| | till the end whenBob said goodbyeONE
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| Fathers pity unruly sons andWhere I come
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| | DAY-Ramekon O'ArwistersDragging your long
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| from
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| | wavy hairDown my face, tingling asThe
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| Everyone loves and hates queersBob Said
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| | ends touch my skinDown toward my
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| GoodbyeAnd this time he meant itNo, not
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| | chestDown, down still furtherYour face
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| waiting
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| | hidden in my lapYour hair now a
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| nor wanting God,
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| | mountainHow round andSmooth the peakHow
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| family, or friends
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| | perfect the slopeHow happy I am
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