| Indeed I have sucked it up to heights
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| Unknown to those outside
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| My body has contained and suppressed
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| And swallowed and abetted
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| Oh, I am a stranger to myself
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| Beneath altruism dwells
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| A force uncontended
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| A voice that is tempered
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| To boiled and unhindered
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| Who am I kidding?
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| I am not some Mother Theresa
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| If I don’t say something soon
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| I will break from the weight of the high road I take
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| No
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| Indeed I need my chance to fail
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| Some room to unravel
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| I need a chance to blame for two minutes
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| Unbridled, unbrazened
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| So I need imaginings of maiming
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| Fantasies of outright screaming
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| I need a chance to thrash for minutes
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| Uncontained, unforgiving
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| Who am I kidding?
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| I am not some Mother Theresa
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| If I don’t do something soon
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| I will die from restraint
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| As a sick subjugate
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| No
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| I will move beyond, I’m certain of that
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| The sooner I go the quicker I’ll be back
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| I would not threaten or cause you any harm
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| Have to get this out or my light will go out
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| Who am I kidding?
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| I am not some Mother Theresa
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| If I don’t do something soon
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| I will die from restraint
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| As a sick subjugate
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| No |