| Reminiscing of when I was living in fear
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| Is he here yet?
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| I feel sweat building on my upper back
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| Children are under attack
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| With every question mark
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| When testing starts
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| Hearts burn and stomachs knot
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| Inner organs begin to morph in
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| To dinnerless orphans
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| Asking for more things to digest for Oliver
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| But I love her
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| You do?
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| I guess
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| What part, all of her?
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| Yeah except when she tempts men
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| You know those uncontrollable feelings and thoughts except them
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| Now I accept when she tempts men to extend
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| Plutonic handshakes and I’m all hung up on sex again
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| And untrusting is she still talking to him?
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| I’m hung up I used to be off the hook
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| Picked up girls and read them motives like an awful book
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| Put them down
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| Fast but gently to maintain the grass entry level position
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| Last century I had several decisions
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| To make before the new millenium
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| To secure finances
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| As for dollars did I make a mill or any?
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| Check the public record freedom of information
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| Act One Scene Two Third page Fourth paragraph
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| Fifth center sixth word seventh letter G
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| Seems like I ain’t make any
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| And I’m stuck clutching on to my very last penny
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| Loafer searching every crevice of the sofa
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| Warning you not to get any closer
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| I need some space to breathe
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| And he’s making me
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| Shovel the snow cut the grass and rake the leaves
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| Take these responsibilities and shove 'em
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| These working boots weren’t made for running
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| Your landscaping business
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| My hands are shaking hidden fists
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| Holding a dead fish
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| Breaking limp wrists
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| And listening for lisps
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| Smack speech impediments out your mouth piece
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| I’m all alone in the force to home
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| Killing myself with the house keys |