| Plaid skirts that hide love
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| Walk straight, single file.
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| Ties that restrict blood… to the brain.
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| Passing notes in math class.
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| Freedom wears your scars of desire.
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| It’s a coming of age story.
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| Freedom wear your scars of desire.
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| Conflicting impulses.
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| Freedom wear your scars of desire.
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| Cuts seem to bend the sky.
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| Bend (bend) the (the) sky (sky).
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| I’ve read this book before.
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| Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass
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| Waiting for the 3 o’clock bell.
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| Trying hard to forget that cold October day,
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| When Love challenged Freedom to a fist fight.
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| Freedom looked victorious;
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| But no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond…
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| When Love reached beneath her plaid jumper,
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| Pulled out a switch blade,
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| And drove it…
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| Directly through the heart of St. Angeles.
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| Go!
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| Any notion of self-government
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| Was left by Love bleeding
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| On the pitcher’s mound.
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| You’re
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| (So you say you’re scaring me)
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| Scaring me.
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| (And you won’t be there to catch me.)
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| And bleeding on the pitcher’s mound.
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| On the, on the… |