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Esperanza Spalding

Another Story

 

Another Story


I wish we could play in a million ways
Without letting pigs chase and kill our kin
For we don't need racist police in here
Only peace we speak [?]

Another story ends, every day every minute
Under props of injustice, should be this hard
To see the sun from another planet
A search for a way to teach love to the villains
Until they realize that it's really time for themselves
To change

It's time to stop mistreating [?]
Ostriches and chimps, just for fish and chips
For we need unhappiness no more
Meet me at the door, there's a higher floor

Another story ends, every day every minute
Under props of injustice, should be this hard
To see the sun from another planet
A search for a way to teach love to the villains
Until they realize that it's really time for themselves
To change

Another story ends, every day every minute
Under props of injustice, should be this hard
To see the sun from another planet
A search for a way to teach love to the villains
Until they realize that it's really time for themselves
To change

[?]

Another story ends, every day
And every minute

The specter of death is another face of nature's love
She's asking you, dear villains, to lay down
Lay down to earth and open our eyes
Into the light and the ground
Into that sweet life, another kind of birth

And you thought it was King Kong
And [?] it was you, everybody knew it, oh
But you thought it was King Kong
And [?] eventually
If we survive that long
We don't seem to lie on the ground
Lie on the ground
If we survive at all
Will I see them?

Am I too late to open us?
Am I too late to open us?

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