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Flicker of an ash Fingers stained like grass Haven't been cleaned in days Haven't ever been another way Don't want to be other Like our overworked mothers Like our racist fathers But we still never bother To change To change We other you to this day We other you to this day The soil gives us away We don't toil we don't pay Where did I come from? It doesn't change the way Don't want to be other Fetishize all our lovers Objectify all colours Convinced we've all changed We other you to this day