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Swallow your pride. |
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But take it slow. |
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What's left inside without your words |
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You might just choke on it. |
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And you wouldn't want to do a thing like that. |
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And fists to hold them up? |
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You crawl to pass their tests. |
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Can you look at it without rose colored lenses? |
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Doesn't speak too well of you. |
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I would like to help you but |
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I'm not sure who to address. |
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Used to be just one. |
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Lost you to the other side |
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There are so many of you. |
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Do you define yourself by some remembered set of empty phrases? |
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To promises of fun. |
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Do you question them at all? |
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Is what you do and what you say just following companions? |
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Do you do it from fear of not belonging? |
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To find our way through this life. |
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I don't condemn you. |
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Or are they something that you found? |
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I know that we've all got to cling to something |
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Just look inside and see if your beliefs have any meaning. |
