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Self-doubt, |
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Self-doubt, |
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It's what I do. |
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This music, this sound, |
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This voice and these words. |
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All that carry "me", |
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It's not writing nor music, ****, |
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It's certainly not "art." |
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When the boundaries seem unclear we don't have a language. |
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That day you fainted, your eyes looked right through me, |
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From nowhere in particular, |
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From nowhere in particular, |
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Dislocated, |
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Light, |
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Monotonous. |
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And when I touched you I turned you into a girl, |
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Only for a moment, |
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Soon you'll come back to me, |
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But when I touched you I could turn you into a girl, |
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And I could love you wildly, girly, wildly, girly, boundlessly, wildly. |
