I've slipped the noose,
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The shackles are off.
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My maturity fixation outshines.
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It's go for broke
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And fuck it all,
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With head held higher (than thou)
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I am the man that used to care.
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Who was I then?
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So quizzical with foresight.
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Now I've favored to savor the flavor
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Of nine-to-five intuition.
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Out with the old, in with the new regime.
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I sold my soul to the rebotised dream.
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Breaking bones of contention.
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I'm just an empty shell
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With integrity scooped out.
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A painted smile,
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A glass-eye high
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On two that can't cry.
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Touch me,
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I'm cold to the merits of (real) love.
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I stepped back from the edge
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When other slipped off.
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Throwaway
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| Napalm Death |
