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All my life |
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What I mistook for friendly pats on the back |
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Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down |
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The more I struggle, the less I achieve |
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Deep, chlorine breath |
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Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days |
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Something keeps me in this disinfected womb |
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We see things differently in daylight, I suppose |
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I mean, everything is an excuse for something |
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But my conscience is intact |
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I can deny everything |
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I'm waving into blind eyes |
