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He was afraid of what they may say |
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So he keeps it down |
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He was the blame, he was the naysay |
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Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love |
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Wonder how |
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I suppose |
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I suppose we make a toast |
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We can make it on our own |
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I suppose we know |
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Medicine makes us |
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Be cruel, be fine |
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Be ready, be mine |
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Be a hole in our side |
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Always and forever, never say forever |
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He was afraid of what they may say |
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So he keeps it down |
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He was the blame, he was the naysay |
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Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love |
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Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love |
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Love me for who I am, not where I've been |
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Eyes are late, we're so strange |
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Strange days |
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What you mistook for |
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Waiting for a chance to breathe |
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Are you there? |
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Are you fucking listening? |
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A bounty of slaves |
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Amassed in waves |
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For the barely scene |
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For the branded teen |
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For shadowing skies |
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And the whites of your flexing eyes |
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Lifting the blisters |
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The quiet earth |
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The Stenographer |
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The more I care she sings |
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To sing something |
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Sing something |
