[00:58.27]I gave up looking for easy answers
[01:02.62]
[01:06.98]Contemplating words that left such scars
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[01:16.40]Composed with the cruelty of kindness
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[01:26.17]Her arms outstretched with lips ajar
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[01:35.86]I'd have her arrested
[01:37.85]
[01:39.86]But she has no hands and I can't trust my western eyes
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[02:03.51]At night she wanders about the jail cell
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[02:12.80]Her refusal's all too much to bear
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[02:22.82]The brilliance and light are left intangible
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[02:32.13]Language is lost now I just stare and stare and stare and stare
[02:39.46]
[02:41.38]She's someone that can't be colored
[02:44.87]With paint nor privilege nor another's blood
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[03:33.20]By way of protest and backwards passion
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[03:42.66]I sought to grab and then hold on
[03:46.70]
[03:49.64]To what I thought was truth in the frigid grip of vanity
[03:57.53]
[04:01.10]Where has it gone where has it gone where has it gone
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[04:08.51]Now reckless flames
[04:12.82]Engulf the frame of the one true monument
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