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I gave up looking for easy answers |
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Contemplating words that left such scars |
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Composed with the cruelty of kindness |
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Her arms outstretched with lips ajar |
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I'd have her arrested |
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But she has no hands and I can't trust my western eyes |
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At night she wanders about the jail cell |
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Her refusal's all too much to bear |
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The brilliance and light are left intangible |
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Language is lost now I just stare and stare and stare and stare |
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She's someone that can't be colored |
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With paint nor privilege nor another's blood |
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By way of protest and backwards passion |
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I sought to grab and then hold on |
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To what I thought was truth in the frigid grip of vanity |
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Where has it gone where has it gone where has it gone |
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Now reckless flames |
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Engulf the frame of the one true monument |
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