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I started to regain some semblance of who I was and what I had once believed in.
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| Why drink the water from my hands, contagious as you think I am? | |
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| Just tilt my sun towards your domain, your cup runneth over again... | |
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| Why follow me to higher ground, lost as you swear I am? | |
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| Don't throw away your basic needs, ambiance and vanity... | |
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| Don't scream about, don't think aloud... | |
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| Turn your head, now, baby just spit me out... | |
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