| What I do makes the worst of you.
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| And a good situation gone bad from the start:
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| a classification that slowy tears us apart.
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| Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
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| Your words are just lying there helpless.
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| Hurry up and
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| fight. |
| And get inside.
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| We’ve started, while you wait for nothing.
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| Where did our calm conversations go?
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| Why don’t we continue this show?
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| I don’t want to relax, or lower my voice.
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| it’s my choice, and i proudly choose to hide.
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| Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
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| Your words are just lying there helpless.
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| Hurry up and fight. |
| And get inside.
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| We’ve started, while you wait for nothing.
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| These walls are so thin, I can hear every sin.
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| No confession, for obsessions that they covet, and squeeze in your arms.
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| Cause your hiding, while confiding is going too far past the point of harmless charm.
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| Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
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| Your words are just lying there helpless.
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| Hurry up and fight.
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| And get inside.
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| We’ve started, while you wait for nothing.
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| While you wait for nothing…
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| Forget about polite!
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| Get inside. |