What happened to the days when every one was nice
When every one like carrots broccoli peas and rice
When we were six or seven little kids is all we were
Back then it didn’t matter if it was him or it was her
Back then it didn’t matter if you were black or you were white
Back then it didn’t matter if you were wrong or you were right
Because we didn’t care what you like or how you look
Back then we were the smartest without knowledge without books
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