| I will never be born to the voice of a black lady
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| I will never be strong like a man in a trench
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| But they are, they are, they are the ones who saved me
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| From the fire and the cold and the stench
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| I will never be tall like the walls in a mountain
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| I will never see all like the stars in the sky
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| So is it true, is it true, is it true we are turning
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| And when you are turning so am I
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| Tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| Tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| Tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| How much do we share
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| How much do I really care
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| I can wave my hand like a girl in a whorehouse
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| I can blush at a smile like a king in disguise
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| But I, I will never have to live by
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| The mercy of strangers, the mercy of ties
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| I will never know how they will talk of my ages
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| I will never be sure that I committed no crime
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| Is it true, is it true that we are turning
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| And when you are turning so am I
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| So tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| Tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| Tell me when you see me
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| Can you see yourself
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| How much do I really care |