| Black woman on the street with attitude
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| Spits through her teeth and stares at you
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| White boy with the living blues
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| Spreads his hatred on a crowded tube
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| Some days I feel removed
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| But all I can do is think of you
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| I feel like I am being used yeh yeh
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| Well you bruise me and you batter me
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| And you make me feel the twist
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| I try to convince myself
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| That im strong because of this
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| My friends say Im beautiful
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| But it’s time to get real
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| I try to find some hatred
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| But I can’t change the way I feel
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| And this murder happens all around my heals
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| But it ain’t real you are the deal
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| And theres poison flowing all around my head
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| And here I am all alone in bed
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| OId queen on the ship of fools
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| You’re worried that it might sail for you
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| White lies from the broken youth
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| Who hasn’t got the nerve to counsell you
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| Some days I feel amused
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| But all I can do is think of you
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| I feel like I’ve been such a fool yeh yeh
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| Well you bruise me and you batter me
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| And you make me feel like dirt
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| And just for one minute
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| I’ve forgotten what I’m worth
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| My friends say you’re beautiful
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| But it’s time I got real
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| Im staring at your picture
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| But I can’t change the way I feel
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| And this murder happens all around my heals
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| But it ain’t real you are the deal
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| And this poisons flowing all around my head
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| And here I am filled with regret
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| Is it not enough
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| To just feel the love
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| And give it
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| Why can’t you give it
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| Is it not enough
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| To just feel the love
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| And live it
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| Why can’t you live it
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| Why can’t you give it
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| Oh why can’t you give it
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| Why can’t you give it
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| Oh why can’t you give it
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| You are the deal
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| You are the deal
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| You are the deal
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| You are the deal |