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I've seen your mouth moving, heard others say,
Those words are a piece of a part that you
sounds like your father, a teacher, the church
Didn't spring the heart, but research

The way I learn is put the fist in and get burned
Go get

Old wives, mystics,
men, rich men, shamen and sage
When you're meek on the Earth, when you die you pay
For accepting lot, in the cheapest of graves
The sexes divided, men be weak
Sensitivity is a vice of which we speak
And women are a that are just made for men
To treat how the boss he treats him
And I am going to grow up daddy wanted me to be
To all those, who so impressed me
And young melt into men
And we'll start the process

Add a touch of where the writing gets weak
Break up coherence a cut-cut-cut up technique
you've got nothing to say
up
Or show you're willing to play
With words simply aren't out of touch
With the genuine feelings which lead to their
Most things are not written or heard
When you open your mouth, out a turd