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Is this who I will always be |
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A spider crawling up the porcelain |
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Catching sunlight through a window screen |
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Oh my, it's not right |
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Looking down away from amber skies |
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Smoking on a stick of dynamite |
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Cradled up in a fire of eyes |
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Oh my, it's not right |
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Red of the rose |
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Staining the snow |
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Which came first, |
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I don't know |
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Call it a choice |
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That I've lost my voice |
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Oh my, it's not right |
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Fate is growing like a lemon tree |
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Spreads its branches over you and me |
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There's darkness underneath the canopy |
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Oh my, it's not right |