Now we've got concrete. nA place those blacks won't be.nIf we come they'll know.nThey should flee, nThey should go.nHere comes a white shadow.nnBlues aren't made from greed,nthis feast on famine pleads.nTo take their space, nif we can, if we may,nmake a darker day.nPlease, shame on me.nnThese things, they come in threes.nThis feast on famine pleads.nTo take their space, nif we can, if we may,nmake a darker daynPlease, shame on me.nnThis street ain't made for me.
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Horse Feathers
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