| I can’t defend every shameful mention of me
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| It takes a long time searching before you conceive
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| That every moment and each selection, seperate
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| Your reputation from what you think others perceive
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| Who am I to decide the intent
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| And every motivation behind an event
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| I see through tainted vision
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| When I can’t even read myself
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| So sorry I’m the one waving scarlet flags overhead
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| Declaring this unstable ground
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| So sorry I’m the one unafraid of breaking the news
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| So sorry I’m the only one
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| When confrontation feels like posing a threat
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| And when you’re miles from making a regiment
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| You’re getting nowhere, you might consider moving on
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| Cause perseverance doesn’t always mean overcome
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| Why try to hide the obvious
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| You’ll never reach success from solemness
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| I’ve set the standards lower
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| I’ve managed to restore my past |