| And I can feel it there in my most intimate relationships
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| This soft assimilation, this whole love between the lines bullshit
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| I appreciate attention but just don’t know what to do with it
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| Can a tinned attention sit between me and what you find
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| Despite all contestation I’m conditioned in my place in time
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| I wonder 'round the boundary lines and bring them into being
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| But without me then who would see the contradiction that is we
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| I contradict you viciously so certain in my scene
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| And me I start to wonder am I even still a boy?
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| Are imprints of gay culture just some residues of ways it was
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| Call me daddy, call me pretty, call me home from some state, city
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| We paid the price of entry but felt locked out all the same
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| So move back to the suburbs though that don’t mean what it used to
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| It’s just crumbling roads and shadows and an hour to anywhere
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| Find the time to listen for some simple definition
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| Or a long form division between each step that led you there
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| Said nothing that you’d ever been was truthful to your feelings then
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| The truth is when you need it then you anxious turned away
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| To paint a path dependent on some battles that your forebears once said
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| Call me when the battle’s done then woke up in the fray |