With my head so low, the way I think could scrape the ground
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I will give them all control, I will crumble all around
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There's no need to say a word as logic burns right trough my head
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I could almost laugh out loud, the way this silence leaves me dead
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Feel afraid to speak, and I feel afraid to smile
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As I crave sacred attention, you could hit me all the while
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And you might be the weaker one, and I may stand and stare
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But I'll always know my place to keep this order safe, not sane
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Sacred Attention
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| Sebadoh |
