| You know it’s they/them, as in me and most of mine
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| Some identical identity, I keep 'em close beside
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| Open old wounds just enough to bleed out older lines
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| 'Til there’s no truths left, and I concede to close my eyes
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| And even though the sleet and snow are peeking through the blinds
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| I still meet them on my morning walk, sheepishly surprised
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| Used to think this skittish brain might need to be inside
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| 'Til neurosis was a locksmith with a key to where I hide
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| Now I keep ice on me, that shit froze
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| Not like diamonds, though -- it’s April and we still been gettin' snow
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| But me and all my friends are 'boutta hit the road
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| Not for tour, though, I really just enjoyed it when we drove, 'cause
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| You’re way less likely to get stared at
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| By an old white man in a moving car
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| And yes, I see that really neat flag on your window
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| Are you quite aware that you guys lost the war?
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| And, yes, I did use the gender neutral bathroom
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| What is your concern with what I’ve got going on?
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| You can fight me in this Walmart if you really want to
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| But when you get your ass beat, don’t pull out your AR
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| Yes, my fucking nails are painted, what, you think I didn’t know?
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| Yes, I wore a skirt today, what’s with all the rigmarole?
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| Yes, I’ve got some makeup on, and yes, bitch, I look beautiful
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| So 'fore you ask another question, you can get to getting ghost |