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< >When we were young we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives 
  The classroom rang with children’s voices under teacher’s watchful eye 
  We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime 
  Reminded of the starving children we cleaned our plates with guilty minds 
   
  And the stones in the road shone like diamonds in the dust 
  And then a voice called to us to make our way back home 
   
  When I was ten my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd 
  To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town 
  His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground 
  And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down 
   
  And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires 
  Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home 
   
  And now we drink our coffee on the run we climb that ladder rung by rung 
  We are the daughters and the sons and here’s the line that’s missing 
   
  The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street 
  We give a dollar when we pass and hope our eyes don’t meet 
  We pencil in, we cancel out we crave the corner suite 
  We kiss your ass, we make you hold we doctor the receipt 
   
  And the stones in the road fly out from beneath our wheels 
  Another day, another deal before we get back home 
   
  And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came 
  A thousand points of light or shame 
  baby, I don’t know 
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