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If cunning was our birthright |
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Then falsity became our sport |
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Beings like trellises of roses |
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Vines, whose beauty so splendidly hid |
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The vicious biting of recompense |
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Ours alone to bare and grit |
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Self-designed deceptions |
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Jutting out of our skin |
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Warning all passers-by |
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"Careful, I'm beautiful, |
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but you wouldn't like what's within!" |
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"For while reveling in my form, |
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you'll only bleed from my sins!" |
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Perhaps the change began |
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in the springs of our infancy |
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Watered with poison, |
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stunting in its toxicity |
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Or cutback too much in our pruning |
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Trimmed with shaking hands, selfish neuroses |
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Left jagged with self-loathing, insecurities |
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But we don't have to let it dictate... |
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Shake the DEATH from your BONES! |
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Shake the DEATH from your BONES! |
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Shake the DEATH from your BONES! |
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Shake free of the yoke, |
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our mental oppressions |
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No longer frozen, |
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the key in our possession |
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Swing open your cell, |
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break off that rearview |
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Even as the tree grows out of the heart of stone |
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Our past will not dictate how tall we will grow |
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Shake the DEATH from your BONES! |
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Shake the DEATH from your BONES! |
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Will dwelling in the negatives |
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Ever bring about the light? |
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Will living in the darkness |
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Ever expose what's right? |
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SHAKE THE DEATH FROM YOUR BONES |
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