You've blanches like me, and blanches like me So what's that fighting for? Your grudges like me, you just don't like me So what's that fighting for? Pure in arising, to divide and rule is the plan In the blinking of an eye, a man can lose his life Could it be because of color, yeah Or we're not born of? Yeah Can we get past these colors? Yeah These colors, yeah ♪ Come with me, yeah ♪ Come with me, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ Come with me, yeah, yeah, yeah