| Not yet 25, they’ll be kicking down the doors
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| Not yet 25, too loud to be ignored
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| Heard it on the vine, the sigh became a roar
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| They’ll be gnashing, they’ll be biting
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| And the truth won’t be invited
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| If I write these words, can it start a spark in me?
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| If I said them loud, could you summon some relief?
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| Not yet 25 and I’m scared of coming clean
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| They’ll be gnashing, they’ll be biting
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| And the truth won’t be invited
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| I know, I’ve changed
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| But I’ve been dying to ignite the flame
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| Deep down, I know it’s all in vain
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| There’s nothing left to light
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| They’ll be gnashing, they’ll be biting
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| And the truth won’t be invited
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| They’ll be gnashing, they’ll be biting
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| And the truth won’t be invited
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| They’ll be howling, they’ll be lying
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| Still the truth won’t be invited
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| They’ll be gnashing, they’ll be biting
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| And the truth won’t be invited |