| Makin' my career, the blue just call
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| Across the forest, beyond the wall
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| To our emotions, gush at us
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| Policing days, and knighting first
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| She was the vision in my eye
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| A floating mist, a misplaced sigh
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| Often float to younger years
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| Before the grip cracks at my tears
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| Relativism like betray
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| Are coming for, that makes astray
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| As though being one is wrong
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| And being two, well, will make us strong
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| Well prize on the princess
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| Behind the wall in people’s faces
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| The vision, the bee and the chunks
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| Decision to Marie in my pants
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| Listen, relativism like betray
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| Are coming for, that makes astray
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| As though being one is wrong
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| And being two, will make us strong
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| You know love has unknown places
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| Behind the wall in people’s faces
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| The vision, the bee and the tramps
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| Awaits the memory on my pants |