Years spent on backs, sliding to avoid the tripwires
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Stumbled into traps, reluctant yes, all teeth ground down
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Jokes that we hated but laughed at
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And passion sought but scoffed at
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Anxiety and risk outweighed the disappointment
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Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles
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Buzzards overhead and targeting their new found meals
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For one to live, one must die, in this life
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Of paper idols, broken halos
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The cataracts of righteousness have hazed the vision of the masses
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Of sleepers under overpasses
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Two eyes like mine, reduced to wheels
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Much unlike old schoolyard fights
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There is no win
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And the steel dust blows, diamond smiles
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The second hand is winding close
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We're imploding like varicose
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Lay down your cards, lay down your arms, concede
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Believe
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Paper Idols
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The Honor System |