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I've slipped the noose, |
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The shackles are off. |
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My maturity fixation outshines. |
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It's go for broke |
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And **** it all, |
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With head held higher (than thou) |
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I am the man that used to care. |
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Who was i then? |
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So quizzical with foresight. |
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Now i've favored to savor the flavor |
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Of nine-to-five intuition. |
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Out with the old, in with the new regime. |
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I sold my soul to the rebotised dream. |
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Breaking bones of contention. |
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I'm just an empty shell |
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With integrity scooped out. |
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A painted smile, |
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A glass-eye high |
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On two that can't cry. |
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Touch me, |
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I'm cold to the merits of (real) love. |
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I stepped back from the edge |
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When other slipped off. |
