| Joke about nothing and you’ll be forgiven
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| The laughs are just dying out one by one
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| The lonelies are coming to gather their forces
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| Left on a string, the emptiness forges us on and on
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| On and on
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| A weakness so strong you could wrap your arms around it
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| Smother cheeks and smothered arms
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| Sad but it’s not maybe just for a moment
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| Why won’t you hold me?
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| Why won’t you carry me on and on?
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| No more patient
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| On and on
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| No more patient
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| Simple you might think but wary of reason
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| You give up on what you think’s dying out
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| Your words aren’t funny your poetry’s false
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| Maybe they’ll like it, maybe they won’t
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| You can face them on
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| No more patient
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| Face them on
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| No more patient
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| Face them on
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| No more patient
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| Face them on
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| No more patient
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| Hey there young man come understand
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| The ways you need to heal
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| I see your stress come take our test
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| Come on this shit is real
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| You need help
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| I went downtown to look around
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| And see how people feel
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| This lady beckons me to come
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| And «boy why don’t ya kneel?»
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| We let you in we see your face
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| And then we slap you on the wrist
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| And when you try to leave it’s much too late
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| Cause we’ve got you on our fucking list |