when we all agree
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will you take it gracefully?
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and years from now
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will you be forgotten?
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i take each day as it comes
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but still i assume it's all wrong
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i remember me in my infancy
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how strange to feel i was braver then
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but still
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so many harder things lie ahead of me
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and i will
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not be swayed by your idiocy
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everything's changed
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everyone's gone
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i'm all on my own
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as i knew all along
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and i remember now what i had meant to say
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how strange to feel i was braver then
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all i call my own
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all i call myself
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i have spent so long
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without the change i need
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and if i think things through
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it doesn't seem too clear
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as if there's no importance
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in the things i hold most dear
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Slow Drowning
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| The Beloved |
