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So it starts, from one impurity held in place by loveless security, always thrown around and beaten by squinted eyes that soon bear turned back, abstract views through broken bottles of brandy. |
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I'm questioned all my life why |
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I kept on saying that |
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I didn't even ask to be here, you made that choice for me, enrolled me in your schools and church and in your god forsaken military. |
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What cost do |
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I pay for being born of you? |
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My life, enslaved by passions, held away from me. |
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Who is my mother? |
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Where is her grace? |
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Where is that subtle joy |
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I crave? It's gone, or should |
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I say never existed anyway. |
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Through blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger - my subscription. my addiction. |
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If I had one love in the world : you tried to take it away. |
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A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay and though |
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I didn't kill you. like you tried to do to me. |
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I'm just as guilty because |
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I would have wanted to be free. |
