| Go without,
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| 'Til the need seeps in,
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| You’re low anymore,
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| Collect your novel petals for the stem,
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| And glow,
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| Glow,
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| Melt and flow,
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| Eviscerate your fragile frame,
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| And spill it out in the ragged floor,
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| A thousand different versions of yourself,
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| And if the old guard still offend,
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| They got nothing left on which you depend,
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| So enlist every ounce,
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| Of your bright blood,
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| And off with their heads,
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| Jump from a book,
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| You’re not obliged to swallow anything you despise,
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| See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
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| And they got no right,
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| As sure as you have eyes,
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| They got no right,
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| Just put yourself in my new shoes,
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| And see that I do what I do,
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| Because the old guard still offend,
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| We got nothing left on which we depend,
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| So we waste every ounce,
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| Of your bright blood,
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| And off with their heads,
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| Jump from a book,
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| And you’re not obliged,
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| To swallow anything that you despise |