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Our History (Pale Young Gentlemen)

I woke within a circle and they glared down at me, my ex lovers and their mothers, nails and biting teeth. Why, why didn't I die? My brother found my body in the grass, a purple stain, and he didn't say a word we are the same, we are the same. Lines cut through my face, I felt like a child. You can't touch me, my people, our history. While I believe that I ain't nothing, just a line in a circle, I'm convinced that I won't forget tonight. I won't forget tonight, my boy. Lines cut through my face, he carried me home. You can't touch me, my people, our history. Every time she climbs atop me I wonder will it end the same. I don't know. I'd like to see my father. We fit together. I'd like to see my father. Lines cut through my face and I felt like a child. You can't touch me, my people, our history.