| I know you spent some time from the town to the city
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| Looking for a life to start
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| And when you were fifteen, I know what you said
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| «I'll never let another black boy break my heart»
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| You waited a decade for me to come find you
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| There’s never been a chance so rare
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| I was just stumbling out on a prosthetic love
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| And there had never been someone so real
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| This was love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands
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| Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands
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| As if it wasn’t enough just to hear you speak
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| They had to give you lips like that
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| Like all of your sadness reduced to a color
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| Then painted upon you, how could i forget you?
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| And who was I to think that on a Saturday night
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| That you would really bike home alone
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| And the way that I left you just hanging on Sundays
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| Any fair skin boy could take you home
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| This was love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands
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| Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands
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| Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands
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| Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
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| As you sat sinking in my hands |