If you found the words, would you really say them?
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Or stutter through the verse, with mumbled punctuation?
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Remembering the line, an empty metaphor
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That you savored by yourself, you're never cured
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If I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it?
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Or do you need a moment to re-memorize
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And model it like a curse half-disguised?
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Leers, jeers, whispers and the tears
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That final taste before you're taken away
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Odds, ends, final amends
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It's all right to say it
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Just as long as you don't really think so
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Give me a little room
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To get on with concentration
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Just enough to know
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What I'm missing in education
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Borrowing all the hours that you gave to me
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It's a wonder I could ever breathe
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Under all your thoughts
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You'll hear the floating whisper
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Of all the things you were that have been paralleled
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All the voices that were raised and finally fell
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Leers, jeers, whispers and tears
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That final taste before you're taken away
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Odds, ends, final amends
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It's all right to say it
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Just as long as you don't really think so
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No lights
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No show
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No sex
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That's all you get
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No waits
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No calls
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No written tests for what you know
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Leers, jeers, whispers and tears
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That final taste before you're taken away
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Odds, ends, final amends
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It's all right to say it
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Just as long as you don't really think so
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Parallel Lines
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