you run,
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you hide,
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you keep your feelings inside.
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your eyes,
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your thies,
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your excuses and your lies.
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you play
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unfair,
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you let me touch your underwear,
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so go blow dry your hair,
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and tell your friends I don’t care.
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we got you all
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figured out,
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but will I be all alone tomorrow?
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if I stand tall,
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and call you out,
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will I be all alone tomorrow?
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Sucker
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| The Stryder |
