So bitter to taste in haste, a mouldy paste
So I cried hitching a ride, a maniac by my side ?
So I was fired for being tired, wrongly admired
So I had to let it slide, again I cried until I died
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How Dare We
We dare to challenge, to fight, in spite of begging to cut ourselves, our nose off see the real in the unrealistic mirror change the way to ...
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