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farewell friend until tomorrow. |
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where you are still nitpicking our diets and names. |
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the potential is still there yet it's somehow unexpected. |
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i'll show you courage if you show me responsibility. |
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something lost long ago in trying to please everyone. |
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in pleasing ourselves. |
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if it feels good it must be right. right? |
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so what's a child? |
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a foetus or kink in sexual revolution and what am i? |
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a threat, a kink in political consistency. |
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more name games and more personal choice. |
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so where's mine? |
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or are you to deal me such luxuries. |
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call me what i am and mean every word. |
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be prepared to take yours. |
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you see you're not alone. |
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i'll show you responsibility if you show me reasoning. |
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something you never possessed. |
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you always coveted anger and vengeance. |
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but for what? |
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one less bite, one less burden. |
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i'm sick of being the bastard. |
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keep your fight and know i'll keep mine. |
