The Native

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He's got the smile of a pearly flash
Voice of a freight train barreling, nearing a crash

But what's he hiding?
What's he hiding?
Bright as lightning,
He's so frightening!

His person is stronger than gravity
Eyes sharp, my bones fuse when they gaze at me

What's he hiding?
What's he hiding?
Quick as lighting
So so frightening!

He's got lust for sounds that run you cold
And a mouth ever filthy, false and bold

I've got to hide,
I'll try to run,
All he's built
Will come undone.


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