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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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I would tell you that sometimes it's easier to desire |
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And pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers |
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Than it is to accept the love and loyalty of those closest to me |
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And I would tell you that sometimes |
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I prefer to look at myself through someone else's eyes |
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Eyes that aren't clouded with the tears of knowing |
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What an asshole I can be, as yours are |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns |
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Rather than hearing everything as an accusation |
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Or an indictment against me |
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And I would tell you that sometimes |
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I use sex to avoid communication |
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It's the best escape when we're down on our luck |
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But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger, and let's **** |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish |
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And sometimes I would rather face not eating |
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Than face licking it clean and admitting when I'm selfish |
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And I'd tell you that I'm suffering from the worst type of loneliness |
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The loneliness of being misunderstood |
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Or more poignantly the loneliness of being afraid |
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To allow myself, to be understood |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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I would tell you that the personal revolution |
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Is far more difficult |
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And is the first step in any revolution |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics |
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I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion |
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And that politics is merely the decoy of perception |