| I followed every single step
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| Listed in didactic manuals
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| I sat up straight
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| I prayed to God
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| I dress my shutters in matching paint
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| I pressed my nose to the grindstone
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| I did everything I was told
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| I rubbed elbows with the elite
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| But I still feel so empty
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| His parents divorced over
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| Mother’s parturient belly
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| Who, in keeping with martyrdom
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| Died upon boy’s delivery
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| His father had always blamed him
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| For her early departure
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| He was born alone
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| He lived alone
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| He’ll rot alone
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| And die alone
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| I followed every single step
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| Listed in didactic manuals
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| I sat up straight
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| I prayed to God
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| I dress my shutters in matching paint
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| I pressed my nose to the grindstone
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| I did everything I was told
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| I rubbed elbows with the elite
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| But I still feel so empty
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| He sits alone and sobs
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| Immersed in his trappings of luxury
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| He’s never been a big drinker
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| But tonight his liver would not know it
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| The burdens have become a crushing load
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| The wrenching twist will soon cause a shift
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| The pressure, fleeting and pounding
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| I feel the trigger give
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| I followed every single step
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| Listed in didactic manuals
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| I sat up straight
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| I prayed to God
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| I dress my shutters in matching paint
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| I pressed my nose to the grindstone
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| I did everything I was told
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| I rubbed elbows with the elite
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| But I still feel so empty |