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Throwing your heart out to the sea
Holding it up in front of me
Tell me does it beat evenly
Or does it speak dishonesty
I grew as I played then I cried
Scraping your mind sap subtly
Carving it up for all to see
Tell me does it beat evenly
Or does speak mischievously
I grew as I played then I cried
This Dull Option
My skeleton
His infection
It diseases me
You only play for vanity
Your lyrical profanity
You are the anti-histamine
Of the talented music scene
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