| I was sitting in basil’s with a friend and coffee
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| Thinking the world a fine place to be
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| When the man on my right got up to leave
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| And left a little piece of his mind with me
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| He said, «faggots like you should be put in asylums»
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| Now tell me, who takes the blame
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| For his being scared, so unaware
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| That he would fire his fear without an ounce of shame
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| Whatever happened to love thy neighbour?
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| Nothing more than a worn out cliché
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| Are all men created equal or has this too become passé?
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| You don’t need to open your mouth for me to read your lips
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| I can follow the language displayed on your finger tip
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| They don’t look before they leap
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| They don’t think before they speak
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| They just sharpen their tongues on you and me
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| Spit poison darts between perfect teeth
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| You’ve
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| Got to take it from the source
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| Look at where it’s coming from
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| You’re got to take it from the source
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| They’re only wasted words on me
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| I guess i just don’t measure up
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| Strayed from the straight and narrow road
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| So you lock me up, throw away the key
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| 'cause i don’t live by your dress code
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| That’s ok, i’ve heard it before
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| You can open the wound i feel no pain
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| I don’t need an armour suit
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| You’re the one with the ball and chain |