| Is it wicked not to care when they say that you’re mistaken
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| Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren’t there?
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| Is it wicked not to care when you’ve wasted many hours
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| Talking endlessly to anyone that’s there?
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| I know the truth awaits me
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| But still I hesitate because of fear
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| Skipping tickets, making rhymes
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| Is that all that you believe in?
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| Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
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| Rusting armor for effect
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| Its not fun to watch the rust grow
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| For it will all be over when you’re dead
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| Counting acts and clutching thoughts
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| By the river where the moss grows
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| Over rocks the water running all the time
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| Is it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying
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| Even though you could be sick at any time?
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| But if there was a sequel
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| Would you love me as an equal?
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| Would you love me till I’m dead?
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| If there was a sequel would you love me like an equal?
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| Would you love me till I’m dead
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| And if there was a sequel would you love me as an equal?
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| Would you love me till I’m dead
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| Or is there someone else instead? |