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His honesty was concentric |
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To where he lives at the periphery |
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Spin the governor's world |
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Became the force that governed him |
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His need for affirmation |
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Kept on spinning him |
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Spin the governor's world |
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Became a raging force within |
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Speeches and manifestos |
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And statements of intent |
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Came up in conversation |
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Were tested on his friends |
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Conflict and antagonism |
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Were no stranger to him |
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Familiar is the shifting |
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From day to night and day again |
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And he would find the tide |
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To swim against it |
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And he would find the tide |
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To swim against it |
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And he would find the tide |
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To swim against it |
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So he too could be injured |
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By the power of... |
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Trouble |
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Trouble |
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The role he sought to inhabit |
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Was dual in its nature |
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Innocent as a dove |
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Cunning as a serpent |
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He toyed with this image |
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And the (???) |
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Innocence was lost |
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His spirit crushed, his soul |
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If misery was a prison cell |
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It was not of his making |
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But he couldn't shake the feeling |
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He was complicit in his own sentencing |