| Our histories, they hold no apologies
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| And how we suffer what we can’t, what we won’t let go
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| You sad little man, you scared little girl
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| You’re passing torches pissed out long ago
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| So long ago
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| Choke this beast on the cord which it feeds
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| (hand over fist, sew up your wrists, live to shine again)
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| Oh, my mother, I’ll see you hurt no more
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| You sad little man, you scared little girl
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| You seal your fates with the weight
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| Of your fears and your failures
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| Choke this beast on the cord which it feeds
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| Oh, my brother, I’ll see you raped no more |