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The Eye of Primetime
I can't hide my blackness
Nor would I ever try
Yet because of its presence
I may prematurely die
In the eye of the beholder
It appears that I'd done a crime
Constantly looking over my shoulder
Evading the cameras of primetime
Nor would I ever try
Yet because of its presence
I may prematurely die
In the eye of the beholder
It appears that I'd done a crime
Constantly looking over my shoulder
Evading the cameras of primetime
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