I don't want to say of course
You know I spent my days blaming broken legs
There was a dance on the street of course
I would but said you won't
You're naked under-clothed.
It hurts to give up your sight
But you are blind if you won't sacrifice
All that makes you invisible to me.
Come proclaiming rites
Give the world what's due, abandon inner lights
See the stairs, under feet of course
Sons to cloth be seen as jealously and greed.
I know that you're just passing time
But you are blind if you won't sacrifice
All that makes you invincible to me.

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Writer(s): Peter Marcello Pisano