| Romance doesn’t exists
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| It’s a hoax to trick your mind into thinking perfection exists
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| Or absence of suffering
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| Stop leading girls to the clouds above, it’s so distracting
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| We can focus on self-love
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| Morality doesn’t exist
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| It’s a construct we breed into children who see
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| We create our paradigms, we create all our lives
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| Ancient biology, evolving psychology’s
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| All here in this moment
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| I want to know you like I know myself
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| But it would be just as confusing in hell
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| I’m imagining a different history
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| Imagine us in our field
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| Feasting on mountains that stretch very high
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| With the skies, the color of bruises and cuts
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| Oozing and bleeding all over the sun
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| Slowly, your hand caressing my thigh
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| Slowly, your eyes connecting with mine
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| Oooh ahhh ohhh, lays me
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| Gingerly on my back
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| The fall of the edge consumes me
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| I’ll never make it back to this moment
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| To this moment, to this moment
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| To this moment
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| I want to know you like I know myself
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| But it would be just as confusing in hell
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| I’m imagining a different history
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| Where man and women stay equal
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| In the eyes of society
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| Where we don’t condemn different people
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| For exercising their freedom
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| We’re sexist, I cried in an act of divine love
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| In a perverted into violence and lust
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| Where we still honor our mother
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| And all of her burgeoning light
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| Where we do not kill our brothers
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| Or rape our sisters or enslave any life |