We are people,
and why so afraid of skin?
You
you
have it in your hands
to touch,
but afraid we fill it with metal weapons,
hey,
put it down and
give a handshake at the bus stop.
I adore a smile from you
a real person
in my face asking for directions,
"where is the highway?
I'm going home."
and why so afraid of skin?
You
you
have it in your hands
to touch,
but afraid we fill it with metal weapons,
hey,
put it down and
give a handshake at the bus stop.
I adore a smile from you
a real person
in my face asking for directions,
"where is the highway?
I'm going home."
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