A million thoughts inside my head
And none of them are kind
A pretty head atop my shoulders
But not a pretty mind
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How pretty your eyes are
How pretty your nose
How pretty your legs'd be
If they remained closed
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He may love me
But he doesn't know me
He may love me
But he doesn't show me
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How can God be bigger than this?
A throttled cry
A bitter kiss
How can God be bigger than pain?
God doesn't speak
But here speaks pain again
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I want to go to Africa
But why?
But why?
Because I've no right to cry
While they die
They die