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Thank you!
Black, the rich, the dancing of my bed, don't tell me enough, take off the Saracens.
The music dances, behin' for the blood, Bec, the rich in the black car, take me to your destiny.
Your hands are black, your hands are black, your hands are black, like dust.
My hands are all over me, my hands are trembling, I'm just not myself.