| I would tel you that sometimes it’s easier to desire
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| And pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers
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| Than it is to accept the love and loyalty
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| Of those closest to me
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| And I would tell you that sometimes
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| I prefer to look at myself
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| Through someone elses eyes
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| Eyes that aren’t clouded with the tears of knowing
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| What an asshole I can be, as yours are
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns
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| Rather than hearing everything as an accusation
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| Or an indictment against me
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| I would tell you that sometimes
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| I use sex to avoid communication
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| It’s the best escape when we’re down on our luck
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| But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger
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| And let’s fuck
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish
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| And sometimes I would rather face not eating
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| Than face licking it clean
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| And admitting when I’m selfish
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| And I’d tell you that I’m suffering
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| From the worst type of loneliness
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| The loneliness of being misunderstood
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| Or more poignantly
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| The loneliness of being afraid
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| To allow myself to be understood
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| I would tell you that the personal revolution
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| Is far more difficult
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| And is the first step in any revolution
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
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| I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion
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| And that politics is merely the decoy of perception |