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There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fenceThere's a little black boy praying for his governmentThere's a nervous lady reaching for her placeThere's a red faced son running from his raceEverything that risesEverything that risesEverything that rises must convergeThis is my country-this is your sign-We are painting fences, drawing linesWell I don't know much about anythingAnd I don't know much about conversationLook at me, look at me giving my weakness awayDo you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-She will throw confetti in your soulWell I don't know much about anythingAnd I don't know much about conversationLook at me, look at me giving my weakness away
There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fenceThere's a little black boy praying for his governmentThere's a nervous lady reaching for her placeThere's a red faced son running from his raceEverything that risesEverything that risesEverything that rises must convergeThis is my country-this is your sign-We are painting fences, drawing linesWell I don't know much about anythingAnd I don't know much about conversationLook at me, look at me giving my weakness awayDo you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-She will throw confetti in your soulWell I don't know much about anythingAnd I don't know much about conversationLook at me, look at me giving my weakness away