The White Shore

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[Verse 1]
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We grew up into lives scrawled on 
back of
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Mediated maps in their lines 
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visibly entrapped

And this birthright more like a 
birth mark whose area
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And edges grow ragged with age.
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A malignancy untested, it consumes
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 us anyway
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It consumes us anyway. It 
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consumes us anyway


[Verse 2]
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I grew up near the White Shore 
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without ever knowing that name
Just how lines starkly drawn will 
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check you in one box or another.
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And in the space between past and 
passing, we have
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Classroom discussions of Amy Tan 
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novels but this is personal.
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Family is always personal. History
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 is always personal


[Chorus 1]
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I will not condemn what anyone 
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did to survive
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But I will not defend a culture 
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that makes us decide
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To assimilate or die or that defines
 survival as
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Running as fast as you can from 
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the places you came from
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Forgetting the things that have made
 us
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'Til all that is left is the 
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burning in our lungs or
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The pounding in our hearts that only
 has space for
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Contempt for the ones who couldn't 
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quite make it.


[Chorus 2]
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That we are all the same: what a 
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happy myth,
Where race records become erased 
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records
With time and meter to help us 
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forget,
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Or to take away the sting as we 
define survival as

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Running as fast as you can from 
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the places you came from
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Forgetting the things that have made
 us
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'Til all that is left is the 
       D
burning in our lungs or
    E
The pounding in our hearts that only
 has space for
   D
Contempt for the ones who couldn't 
quite make it.


[Otro]

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