| I’m black on blacker velvet
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| Milk skin and veins
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| Like some El Greco painting
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| So full of pain
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| So full of longing for light of day
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| I thought I knew who I was in the world
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| But here I am twice blind at being born
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| Crawling to my buried voice, within
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| And I’ve forgotten who I used to be
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| And I’ve forgotten the woman in red
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| Living her dream
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| And I’ve forgotten the courage I used to be
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| Happiness is overrated
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| It never lasts
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| Skating the surface of oceanic depths
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| Oh may the fruit of my life be meaning
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| So please forgive me all my seriousness
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| My so-called spirituality
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| I’m just a mess
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| I’m tears and anxiety
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| But I’m unafraid to See
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| And I’ve forgotten who I used to be
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| The leader in her glory shining, divining
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| And I’ve forgotten, the courage I used to be
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| The middle passage is so damned humbling, persona crumbling
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
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| Like some El Greco painting
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| No sun or sky
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| No lantern, no candle needed to light
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| The holy radiance behind the eyes
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| And I’ve forgotten who I used to be
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| And I’ve forgotten the woman in red, living her dream
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| And I’ve forgotten the courage I used to be
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| I don’t know… |