| And its prejudiced
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| As he controlled to be this way
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| To make it different so he would take
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| One summer morning He left us ashamed
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| In some small town of small ways
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| The one they feared They might turn to stone
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| They feared to hold his hand
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| And he died alone
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| They might turn to stone
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| Oh no
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| Don’t leave them on — an island of shame
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| Your solution You — homophobic You — coward
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| You send them away
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| To an island of misery
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| You’re not immune to any disease
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| I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
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| In your beliefs, your fear of death
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| I see reflections of society
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| We’ll take our last breath — alone
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| Dont leave them on an island of shame
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| Open your Eyes its all inside
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| Adding insult to injuries
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| 'Cause deep inside
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| Where truth then hides
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| Its not that kind
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| He was alone
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| And its prejudiced
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| As he controlled to be this way
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| To make it different so he would take
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| Its prejudiced
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| Yes its prejudiced
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| As he controlled to be this way
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| To make it different so he would take |