| Once,
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| Upon a time a stuttered disgusted me,
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| Muttered distrust at me,
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| Pity you couldn’t fly…
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| I’ve only ever taken what’s mine,
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| So what if I help you,
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| I’m helping myself, too?
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| Twice,
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| I got the wind knocked out of me,
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| Why?
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| Just to curl up and die?
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| No, I’ve got too much pride.
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| So I,
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| I breathe it in then let it out slow,
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| When I turn to go,
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| Find you trailing behind.
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| I fought for every last inch that I got.
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| Forgive me for leaving my spot.
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| Not standing in w8 while you finished the race,
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| With those two broken legs you’ve got.
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| One thing’s for sure…
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| If I were you I never would have let it stop me…
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| I never have before.
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| And if you knew what I went through while trying to get through to you,
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| You’d thank me!
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| You’d get down on one knee,
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| No matter how much it hurt,
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| And you would say «I'm sorry»,
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| But I would say it first…
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| Once, the two of us were eye for an eye,
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| Now I’ve given up trying,
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| How could I be so blind?
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| You’ll never let me settle the score,
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| To you I’m the scourge,
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| Not the the partner in crime.
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| I fought for every last one of you schmucks!
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| I might as well have saved my luck.
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| Not wasted it all on some shortsighted,
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| Know-it-all,
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| So-called friends,
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| You’re not.
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| One thing’s for sure…
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| If I were you I never would have let it stop me…
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| I never have before.
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| And if you knew what I went through while trying to get through to you,
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| You’d thank me!
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| You’d find me in a dream,
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| On some uncharted map,
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| And I would say I’m sorry,
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| And you would want me back…
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| Once,
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| The world was just a web and a spider,
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| And so was I.
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| A liar in a dress of white. |