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You,
Your all across,
You are the beauty that we sell.
Your the cause, for all the wars,
Inside this hell,
we made a home.
Nice to meet you,
I really need you,
through the dirt.
But in a sense...
I don't care about your
new tattoo or how you feel alone.
I don't care about your self esteem,
or how you feed it.
It's what you crave
it's what you nest that
that brings me out.
If I can't scratch my way,
i'll bleed my way out,
to go home.
You,
your on your own,
you made your way,
inside this place,
I've given up
i'll prove you wrong,
we made a home.
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