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Binge in your glory of being a White minority who still holds pure power.

\o Binge in your glory of being a White minority who still holds pure power.

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Waiting by the mailbox, by the train Passin' by the hills 'til I hear the name I'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half and all I want is Someone to rely on as Thunder comes a rolling down Someone to rely on as Lightning comes a staring in again I'll wait to be forgiven Maybe I never will My star has left me To take the bitter pill That shattered feeling Well the cause of it's a lesson learned Just don't know if I could roll into the sea again "Just don't know if I could do it all again," she said, it's true Waiting in my room and I lock the door I watch the coloured animals across the floor And I'm looking from a distance And I'm listening to the whispers And, oh, it ain't the same, when your falling out of feeling and your Falling in and caught again Caught again I'm caught again in the mystery You're by my side, but are you still with me? The answers somewhere deep in it, I'm sorry but you're feeling it But I just have to tell you that I love you so much these days Have to tell you that I love you so much these days, it's true

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