Dedication. Testing 1-2-3.
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I'm glad you proved it to yourself.
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You don't have to prove it to me.
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Determination stopped being friends with me.
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I'm glad you stuff it your heart.
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Leaving you with no room to breathe.
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You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine.
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When the clock strikes, count to the three
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and put the pedal to the floor all time.
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Got the rhyme without the reason.
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Got the plight, but not the cause.
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Got the ends, they're meeting and there at each others throats.
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Humiliation. Testing 1-2-3.
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With tones never solid.
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Leaving no room to brave.
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Completely nervous.
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The rattle of my bones keeps the rhythm on the quick side,
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with no fear to be slow.
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Humiliation. Testing 1-2-3.
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You better listen to me.
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Cause there's no room to be free.
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Wishing There Were Walkways
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| None More Black |
