times have changed
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and acceptance should come of all things naturally
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because I am sick of dealing with your view
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of my reality
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to those girls
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with bleeding eyes
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whom pull on me
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like moon to the tides
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you make me see things
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aren't easily divided
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to those girls
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which I despise
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you can't see through me
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with your piercing eyes
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never again will I change
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to be part of your augmented society
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Lithograph
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| Scapegoat |
