in the end, you move on
What I've learned is at the end of it all,
no matter what it is,
you move on.
How many The End's you can have is up to you.
It's your duty to remember that.
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Black man
Black man wants to love another black man
I heard em say it.
Rolled right off his tongue
dripping with sweet nothing's
Desperate to learn of loving
I heard em say it.
Black man wants to learn to love another black man
I heard em say it.
It
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