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She's darker than a child's deepest sleep
And into his mind she creeps
In this world of lies and confusion
She's the only thing not clouded by illusions
The pain of everyday life is hidden by the blackness of our skin
He searches to find peace within
He finds love in the blackness of her skin
Back to the ghetto
Serenaded by the violence outside the window
Project aristocrats gather they realize
That our hearts and minds are shackled by the lies
But he finds peace when he looks into her eyes
And see her blackness is fine
The blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind
Straight from the womb
Right smack dab in the middle of
HATA BİLDİR
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