| Dead white boy, swings from the heaviest limb now
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| He’s all gone, whiter than ever before now
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| What a shame, we should have done something different
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| told me to tell you to read what he wrote
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| and told me to tell you to relay a vote, did you like it?
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| is it publishable?
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| exit the carnival coughing for air,
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| look deep inside of the nothing is there
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| and how would they know how it feels to be you without it?
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| dead white boy, he was in one of my classes
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| long ago, went upside his head with a back brace
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| tell me did you even like him that much?
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| now they’re coming to get you but nobody cares,
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| death is an entrance and you’re not prepared
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| when you have what I want you’ll be the first to find out
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| last Halloween he carved with symmetry
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| two eyes, a nose, a ripped mouth all his own that said
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| «I want you to be able to look at me for once»
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| best part of knowing it all is you already know what you want
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| best part of having a jaw is you can still talk when its gone
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| best part of packing it in is you already got it how you lived
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| dead white boy, are you afraid of hell? |
| It’s no place for someone with your
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| complexion
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| dead right boy, you were dead to me all along, dead white boy, dead to me all
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| night long |