Music: Miss Black America
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Lyrics: Seymour Glass
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Forget what you've bought into
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The High Life is within you
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You're just too scared to look inside
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For fear of what you might find
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What do you see when you turn out the light?
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"I can't tell you, but I know it's not mine"
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And we're no better by design
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This one horse life's over before you know it started
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Thinking of the time
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Thinking of the time we've spent
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It's hard not to laugh
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When they say,
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Time and time again,
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That stupid word:
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"Always."
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Free will lavishes you with
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A choice of one direction:
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March on towards your destiny
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There is no alternative
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The lady's not for turning
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The ends don't justify the means
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And we're not better by default
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Or worth our salt
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Or weight in gold
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Just plants and rags
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Thinking of the time
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Thinking of the time wasted
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It's hard not to laugh
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When they say,
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Time and time again,
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That sick joke:
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"Always."
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And when,
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Gnarled and dribbling,
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Incontinent,
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Abandoned and forgotten we sit
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Chewing over time
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Chewing over time
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We can't swallow
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We can't digest
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Darling
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Don't offer false comfort;
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Never say,
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"Always."
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Always
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Miss Black America |