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I object to what I want to see |
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Not feeling close outside of me |
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Some distant memory |
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or something forgotten |
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I object to what I feel inside |
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Everyone walks around like a sign |
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Some kind of cheap paperback novel |
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You read it once and then it's discarded |
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Tied up like a knot with what I grew up in |
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Everytime I change |
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I stay locked up inside afraid of expression |
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If I treat you like dirt |
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it's all I'm expecting |
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I objectify |
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I objectify |
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Don't understand why I'm feeling this way |
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There's a part of me that's always betrayed |
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Uncertainty |
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I'm certain that's often |
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I don't get what's been got at before |
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I always thought there was something more |
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I saw your face |
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That's all I remember |
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I know your name but it's not important |
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You weren't like what I saw on TV |
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You weren't like what I read in magazines |
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You weren't like what I saw in the movies |
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You weren't everything you were meant to be |
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I objectify |
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I objectify |
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I objectify |
