Mistaken Identity
Fred Small
I touch your hand
It's not my hand you feel
It's the touch of another man
It's the touch of a dangerous time
It's the blow that leaves no trace
It's the face of the perfect crime
Mistaken identity
I am not the man
Look at my face
I am not the man
I whisper your name
It's not my voice you hear
It's the voice of the waking dead
It's the father of original sin
It's the brother of unlocked doors
It's the lover of broken skin
Mistaken identity
I am not the man
Look at my face
I am not the man
Sunlight filters through the leaves
A breeze blows the curtains wide
Children play across the street
And I am by your side
But I get confused
And I am frightened too
Am I the beast in the shadow
Or am I here with you
Mistaken identity
I am not the man
Look at my face
Please take this boy for who I am
Can we lay down this fear and love each other
Can we lay down this fear and love each other
Can we lay down this fear and love each other
Can we lay down this fear
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