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stepped off the train and looked for fruitvale signs
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the january air it whips across my spine
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whoa whoa

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we’ve been suffering the six days since he died
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i saw a picture of his mother as she cried
C G F
go to where the people go , we’ll dig some decent wine

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and it burns hard and real
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to feel his feel

C G F
they’re putting clothes to flame , an imaginary sun
C G F
a little boot heel down for a solitary gun

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