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I accidentally touched my head |
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and noticed that it had been bleeding |
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for how long i did not know. |
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What was this, I thought, that struck me? |
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What kind of weapons have they got? |
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the softest bullet ever shot... |
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I stood up and I said yeah!! |
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I stood up and i said yeah |
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I stood up and i said Hey, Yeah! |
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From this moment on |
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blaring like a trumpet |
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comin from above us |
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and somewhere below |
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the confidence of knowing |
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descending to relieve us |
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of the struggle to believe its so |
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I stood up and i said yeah |
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I spoke up and i said Hey |
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I stood up and i said hey yeah |
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And it seemed to cause a chain reaction |
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It had momentum it was gaining traction |
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it was all the rage it was all the fashion |
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the outreached hands had resigned themselves to |
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holding on to something that they never had |
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and thats too bad |
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'cause in reality there was no reaction |
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i accidentally touched my head |
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and saw that it was bleeding |
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for how long i did not know. |
