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You could do it to the tune of Madonna's You'll See:
My city is overrun with non-whites. Oh my.
I've never seen so many all at once.
My city's beyond recognition. I can't believe what I see.
So many non-whites together.
Chorus:
My city's overrun. I can't recognise what on Earth it's become.
It won't be the same. It has undergone too much change.
I don't know what to do. Should I leave or should I go?
My city's overrun by non-whites.
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