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A cure to social cancerI dodge questions as much as you dodge answers And since I pick my battles this one doesn’t matter Cause it’s the subtle differences speaking loudly That are making everyone so rowdy If you suck it up I’ll see what I can do And I’m sure thinking the same about me, too What can this be, it just keeps on growing Social cancer needs some social awareness Get this problem edited and in the press I need an explanation To make this fight last we need some solid factsA cure to social cancer
Just because I want to dress up Doesn’t mean you should look down on me It’s only a phase, you’ll s
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Fake on the dancefloorDue to being so average I try to make a lasting impression With my hands and wet concrete Doing things that borderline sheik Because I am damaged The selling price is cheap What other advantages do you need To come look at meFake on the dancefloor
On the dance floor I turn and look away To make you think that there is no way That you can have me I am untouchable Or just untouched and made up I’m fake but obviously not fake enough
Just a cutie with a bootie On the train that ride bars nightly I thought that this was something exciting Because sitting
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I live to pack heatI just woke up but “color me weak” Your new wardrobe and attitude direct from the street Makes me hop to you’re hip I’ll make a vow to keep you up so high Do you remember last night? Maybe it was a weekend ago. Whatever so…I don’t know what I did I’m just a kid A tall one that’s grown but still needs excuses To explain how I abuse and play But then act O.K. In reality I’m barely playing strong Though I live and make due Because that is all I can doI live to pack heat
You’re a chip off the old block Make you run and hide if I play out I’m out and about with the detou
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Coming to conclusionsWe don’t need this in our family trees Its just a roach, not a blossoming flower And its impossible to eliminateComing to conclusions
Haven’t it done enough destruction My aunts hair line will never be the same She’s a fighter, a survivor But she cant fight everyday eventually emotions get in the way We weren’t to close but I hope she knows I worried about her I cried when I heard her And I do the same when you say his name I don’t know how to cure this sickness Or how to lift this Heavy burden flooding the house It seems like it will never be pumped out
A coming of
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