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There were times I was a sailor A healer or a tailor There were times I was the lunatic next door   There were times I stuck hand out I was not afraid to stand out
While you were sleeping, I slipped away. I was told to never trust a flatterer; unfortunately an enchanter is who came along 
As Malcolm held in his dark arms the artillery of force, And Martin yelled with some alarm his words with no remorse. Two black men of great esteem causing quite the scare,
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