Died again and made a song,
only wanted to belong,
now she's mechanic hence the fall.
Never been like this before ,
being black was a such a bore,
now she's not boring anymore.
Taking the old familiar road back to her place,
could even pass by her house with a straight face,
looking through the window though she can't face
the life she used to dream she'd replace.
Can't help but feel that something's wrong,
no way to make me belong,
now my hope is almost gone.
Put me on the stage where the angels are,
put me in your movies and your catalogues,
we're gonna be heard near and far
or at least at the local bar.
Put me on the stage where the angels are,
make me your money making machine, your star.
Come back to me,
wherever you are,
come to my gig at the local bar.
I run, I hide, I dive too deep,
inside my mind eternity.
Hold me in your arms and make it fade away.
I sleep to keep my soul alive,
inside my mind I'm terrified.
Tell me a story, keep me satisfied.
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