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They claim as one |
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But we all know that without me you are nothing |
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Until depressed and invalid |
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Let our love be postmodern |
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Afflicting her personal onto a judgement; she left it so broad |
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How, if I've never wronged you must |
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I deserve too |
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Hand in hand we will see |
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That I will take you faster |
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But this is more than a way and there is more you can say |
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As it welcomes you to the day of the human portrait please |
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Lead and glorify these expectations once lost on me |
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Fear not to kill the king |
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It is always good to die |
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Brush the cardiac |
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Let it flow into me |
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As you seem to care |
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As you might seem to believe |
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Just believe me |
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But this is a world that |
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I can't that |
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I cannot violate |
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For heavy is the head that wears the crown |
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And heavy is the frame inside of me |
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Less aristocrats and carnivores expound |
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By now we should respond and globalize our fears |
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And our loves and ourselves |
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And our dreams and we should know |
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That right here |
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That right now |
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That we are none other than the defiant ones |
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Go and take |
