Music: Miss Black America
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Lyrics: Seymour Glass
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Currently unreleased
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Your "trails of blood and spunk"
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Will not lead back to us
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All history is bunk -
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Forever impotent and dry
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Nostalgia is a dog
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Returning to its vomit
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No beauty without decay
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Forever impotent
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Liquid silk
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Well, your secrets are safe with me
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I keep them locked away here in my heart
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Love is bearing what you can't bear to see
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It's a miracle
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A miracle
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So, "it's too hard to see this through"?
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Well, some of us have
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You throw caution to the wind
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Then you reel it back again
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Between liberty and restraint,
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Forever impotent and dry
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You wanna be kept tied up
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But you wanna be satisfied
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And you're somewhere inbetween
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Forever impotent
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Liquid silk
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Well, your secrets are safe with me
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I keep them locked away here in my heart
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Love is bearing what you can't bear to see
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It's a miracle
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A miracle
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So, "it's too hard to see this through"?
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Well, some of us have
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All hope
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is lost:
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such is the nature
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of hope.
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It's a miracle
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A miracle
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So, "it's too hard to see this through"?
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Well, some of us have
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Liquid Silk
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| Miss Black America |
