| I wrote unfriendly things, truly cruel
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| On the day that you were born
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| To prove that words cannot touch beauty
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| But I was torn
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I made degenerate art for the religious right
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| On the day that you were born
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| I had a passion to experiment
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| But I was torn
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I played Love Tara by Eric’s Trip
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| On the day that you were born
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| I had to find the cuteness
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| In the unadorned
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| I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again
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| I put it on, I put it on, I put it on again
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| I put it on, I put it on, I put it on again
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| I put it on, I put it on, I put it on again |