| When you add your voice to bad choices
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| Then you’re not-so-white becomes mannered
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| It’s dripping down our walls like quicksilver
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| Dripping down us slowly as Saturn
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| And for you the cool surprise
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| Just step in, into traffic
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| Now you view new medicals
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| You broke through, your loving
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| We have found no use for the prophet
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| Searching for the doubts in our corners
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| With the ignorance of a poet
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| An unbreakable focus of mortars
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| Darling shade our shadows
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| Was it singing from the bad choices
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| On a ceiling without a pretext
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| When you give your mind to your voices
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| You accept the terms of your sentence
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| And for you the cruel surprise
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| The time slowed your walking
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| Now you view new medicals
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| You broke through, it’s nothing
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| Darling shade our shadows
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| You can get declined when you tell her
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| Thinking you could learn a new language
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| Don’t you want to turn a few favors
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| Since you left everybody hanging
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| Darling shade our shadows |