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Just give me black.

Just give me black. 
What I lack
is enough
when it's rough
And it's tough to always seem
like everything'll
turn out fine. 

If you'd just get my back 
when I lack
and call my bluff 
when I'm enough,
I promise I'll meet you in-between
these subtle things
we call our time. 

From my birth
till what I'm worth
isn't worth
a rotten dime
From the Earth
what I'm worth
isn't Earth
and isn't mine

It's just this subtle thing
we call...
our time.