All those dead men, they never finish what they started, like those British
They colonize through her eyes
All those sad men, they're always asking what is wrong with everyone else
They never question, they never question themselves
And I'm one of them, I've become one of them
Now do you remember what you said to me last December
You said I ain't ready for you to love me and I may never
Now these people they always ask me what does it mean to come from this city
I love this place, it's in my veins, but it ain't poetry
I miss your face, I miss your taste, but I ain't lonely
They colonize through her eyes
They never question, they never question themselves
And I'm one of them, I've become one of them
You said I ain't ready for you to love me and I may never
I love this place, it's in my veins, but it ain't poetry
I miss your face, I miss your taste, but I ain't lonely
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