| Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
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| It’s ink that lies,
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| The pen, the page, the paper.
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| I live, I learn.
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| You will always take what I have earned.
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| And so aid my end while I believe I’m winning.
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| Our friends speak out in our defense.
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| Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent.
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| We burn their gallows they erect,
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| and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.
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| You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
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| Keep us comatose but audible.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| We pass it off but it’s all on us.
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| Only common conversation,
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| It took everything I got.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| Once said, always said.
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| I will hold the past over your head.
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| I’ll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted.
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| I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge.
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| Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you.
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| We slip concealed back to the keep.
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| Concede to do the work for free.
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| We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they
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| sleep.
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| You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
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| Keep us comatose but audible.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| We pass it off but it’s all on us.
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| Only common conversation,
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| it took everything I got.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
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| Keep us comatose but audible.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| We pass it off but it’s all on us.
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| Only common conversation,
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| it took everything I got.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
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| Keep us comatose but audible.
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| And I like it the farther I get out.
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| We pass it off but it’s all on us.
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| Only common conversation,
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| it took everything I got.
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| And I like it the farther I get out. |