They paint black love pathology,
Make it crazy, radical
To be cured, destroyed
She paints her face majority,
Make it blend, contour
To feel love, beauty
He paints his skin silent
Make it quiet, pass
To be alive in the morning
They paint black love pathology,
Make it crazy, radical
To be cured, destroyed
She paints her face majority,
Make it blend, contour
To feel love, beauty
He paints his skin silent
Make it quiet, pass
To be alive in the morning
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