They blamed me and my color. A color you can see if you could only look inside of me. What did they see?
They blamed me and my color for all the bad things that happen in this world. They blamed me and my color.
They blamed me and you for our love. They blamed me and you for our truth. My color is an infection, causes them erection.
Scared of my color they tried to kill the girl to keep the boy alive - how convenient. How convenient.
They blamed me and my color. A color you can see if you could only look inside of me. What did they see?
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