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On the beach
The sun bleached the gathered forms
With coats and ties and sighs
All formal, they waitied for me
Blackened backs facing
I waited for their formation to break
As a welcoming smile breaks
And is disarming
But the comittee did not turn
I grew aware that they knew that I was there
There were retorts but no one cared
There were retorts but no one cared
I waited for their formation to break
As a welcoming smile breaks
And is disarming
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Jealous cowards try to control
They distort what we say
Try to stop what we do
When they can't do it themselves
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, but it's no use
Society's arms think they're smart
I find satisfaction in what they're lacking 'cause
We are born with a chance
And I'm gonna have my chance
Rise above
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Ladies, you have exiled me
Oh No, I guess I did that to me
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep now, close your eyes
Dream, dream away this night
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep now, close your eyes
Dream, dream away this night
I need to sleep a long, long, time
A long, long, long time
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The only instance of your
Poor judgement
Would be to mistrust it
Mistrust the superior wisdom of your body
Beautiful and pure
Obscure but sure
Manhatten will take you
but let it be in a while
Manhatten will take you
but let it be in a while.
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When I start to feel this way
I might aswell call it a day
When I start to feel this way
I can only wonder:
"What is this weather I'm under"
"What is this weather I'm under"
When I start to feel this way
I might aswell call it a day
When I start to feel this way
I can only wonder:
"What is this weather I'm under"
"What is this weather I'm under"
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How long has it been since I opened up my heart?
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