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Black Rice - Women
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Black Rice Women

Black Rice - Women
[Verse 1]
On a bleak Monday morning
Holding my head
Everything tastes right
Permanent daylight
Neatly stained fences and gates
Lions to tame
Cut through the front yard
You were a stranger

[Chorus 1]
Scenery you've cut and glued
The scent of tropical ash underneath your shoes
Black rice suddenly spills and drifts apart
A swelling ocean swallows me but all I really want's just another breath
Black rice, lady we knew right from the start
Right from the start

[Verse 2]
And your plans become a chore
Stripes on the pane
Lashes so vibrant
Left on the table
With your chalk and trembling chair
You looked like a painting
Out on the sidewalk
No one was watching
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