In the rites of passage I did partake
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But to say that I'm responsible would be a mistake
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What do I have to do
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To prove myself to you
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In a manner of speaking
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You've taken all the finest pieces
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And that doesn't leave me much to pick and choose
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Now I'll have to be satisfied
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With what little remains
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You condemn me for the things that I say
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But they don't seem to affect you at all anyway
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Why can't you let it be
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I don't suppose that you'll ever see
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Exactly what makes me
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Do all the things that I do
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And believe me when a say I have my reasons
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I have only tried to utilize
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What little remains
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You expect so much
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And I accept so little
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You're at war with yourself
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And I'm stuck in the middle of it all
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Though you pressure me I will not give in
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You can yell and scream and say I have spread myself too thin
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Wait a minute before you shout
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Do you know who you're talking about
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Are you referring to me
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Or is it yourself that can't deal with
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Do I stimulate a memory
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Too close to home or could it be
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That I'm becoming what you used to be?
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I will leave no scars no marks or no stains
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I will try to make the best of it what little remains
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What Little Remains
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| Posies |
