you ask me why I display this array of pain
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when it's obvious to you I can't complain
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you say it's just a phase that's supposed to make it OK
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in a couple of years I'll look back and laugh
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my youth reduced to a few bad photographs
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so what if this doesn't pass what if I stay this way
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what if I don't want to pretend that I'm OK
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so what if I don't want to play the great adult game
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what if I don't want to mellow out in my PJ's
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what if I don't want to sit back and complain
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I'd like to retain my anger my fear my feelings
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judge me all you will at least I am dealing
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with these situations the best way I can
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and as for you I really don't give a damn
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unless 90% of everybody is a fraud
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unless you got nothing to scream about
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unless you're always happy, always proud
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all of you ain't got nothing to talk about
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take the snapshot and pull it out
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twist it and turn it around
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Photographs
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Dreadlock Pussy |