Go without,
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'Til the need seeps in,
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You're low anymore,
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Collect your novel petals for the stem,
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And glow,
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Glow,
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Melt and flow,
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Eviscerate your fragile frame,
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And spill it out in the ragged floor,
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A thousand different versions of yourself,
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And if the old guard still offend,
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They got nothing left on which you depend,
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So enlist every ounce,
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Of your bright blood,
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And off with their heads,
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Jump from a book,
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You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise,
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See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
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And they got no right,
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As sure as you have eyes,
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They got no right,
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Just put yourself in my new hooves,
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And see that I do what I do,
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Because the old guard still offend,
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We got nothing left on which we depend,
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So we waste every ounce,
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Of your bright blood,
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And off with their heads,
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Jump from a book,
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And you're not obliged,
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To swallow anything that you despise
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Sleeping Lessons
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The Shins |