| A call for distance, a call for distance
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| A call, a call, a pace to humble
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| To force a change without a name
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| A call for distance, a call for distance
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| A call, a call, a pace to humble
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| To force a change without a name
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| Another way
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| To live, to learn, to live, the ones, we grow
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| To choose a path and hurt the ones we know
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| To live, to learn, to live, the ones, we grow
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| You choose to learn to loathe the ones you’ve loved
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| Of contribution, contribution, contribution you’ve feel slighted
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| It’s in my letters every night
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| Of contradiction, contradiction, contradict, I leave my lines
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| Where I write them all the time
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| Another way
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| To live, to learn, to live, the ones, we grow
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| To choose a path and hurt the ones we know
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| To live, to learn, to live, the ones, we grow
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| You choose to learn to loathe the ones you’ve loved |