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Black Doll
Aquakultre
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It's two o'clock, the kids are in bed
The coffee pot is the colour of my skin (ooh)
They called me out, another white man dead (ooh)
I'll talk it out with whoever is my friend (whoever is my friend)
Whoever is my friend (whoever is my friend)
A purple rain, a handmade cloth
I wrapped around little Genevieve's black doll
Her mama made it, she passed away last August (ooh)
She'd hunt me down if It ever turned up lost (ever turned up lost)
It ever turned up lost (ever turned up lost)
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Stole a friendship bracelet on the way home
Laughing it off, the neighbours thought
She wouldn't make old bones (wouldn't make old bones)
Wouldn't make old bones (wouldn't make old bones)
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
The clock struck by the bedside
Rain gave way to hurt
Didn't come back for the first time
And moved through the church
Left the north for the east side (ah-ah)
At the sill with the birds
In pain for the last time (ah)
The black doll was left in the dirt (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And the black doll was left in the dirt (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And the black doll was
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Genevieve's black doll
Oh
Genevieve's black doll
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