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And those thoughts That I've kept inside With those words That I could not hide Before those times that always remind me That all I ever did was try So change your tune one step to make a stand I want to speak my mind start my own african tribe Now run into the deepest pile of shit Cause that's where I'm going to blend in....go! Those choices that I've never made With those decisions that once cut me a break Cause after all what's left in the end There's somethings that they just can't take So take a bow Well you're not that great Go pat your back Go off and masturbate Cause one thing that you know for sure Your hand is not a lonesome date
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