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I hate it when people judge me  Acting as if they know what I'll be  It's just an average day i go through Pretending to be happy is all i know how to do   I dont know if im willing to fight
They teach us to weave our fingers To create intricate patterns in our hair. To adorn the onlooker’s eyes. Creating superficial monsters, Policed by superficial consumers.  
Lord I hope it’s not too late For me to wake up And follow my fate You’ve told me so many times To wake up from the dead I can’t help but sleep sometimes the laziness I must shed
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