Red state, blue state
Separate states of mind
Rich man, poor man
Both of them are blind
He said, she said
What you want to hear
The lines that are between us
Are never really clear
My god, your god
Looking for the light
All of us are pilgrims
Why then do we fight
Brothers, sisters
Born from the same seed
Everyone seeks someone
In their time of need
Black skin, white skin
Colors fade away
Nothing left to fight for
Nothing left to say
Harsh words spoken
Wound the tender heart
Set aside your differences
Let the healing start
One world, one soul
All of us can share
Take the time to simply smile
Let them know you care
Everyone's a mirror
We are all the same
If you're lost in choosing sides
No one wins the game
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