| I am wearing my dress of skin today
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| It was the black Afghan, that has put me to hell
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| As I return into my building of bones
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| It’s the only place that I call home
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| Silky curtain, dirty window, steely view
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| I’m blessed with a curse, I was born to be abused
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| I believed all the words from his tongue
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| But what has turned him into a lethargy bomb?
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| Its confessed against secrets
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| Don’t trust no one
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| No dopetrotter!
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| They are dancing in the rush of the wine
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| Fading to dust, pirouettes of lies
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| My mind’s a temple I invite you to pray in
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| Kneel down and kill my conscience
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| I was born out of the utero of doubt
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| No hollow words could soak this drought
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| From all the things I have ever lost
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| It’s my tiny mind, that I miss the most
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| I was forgotten in the corner of war
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| Don’t trust no one, no dopetrotter
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| It’s confessed, against secrets
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| Don’t you trust no one, no dopetrotter
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| I said I was forgotten in the corner of war
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| Don’t you trust no one, don’t you trust no one
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| No dopetrotter!!! |