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Rip the lines from you and I
You're racist opinions
Your might is right
you provoke, insult
you'd think you're my brother
but half under water
I'm half my mothers daughter
the rest is left up to dispute
I wish at times like this
I try to float, try to scream
but you can't hear a thing
you can hear, but you won't take it in
Childish
So I leave and I hear them,
Self-righteous bitch, they say
all I do is walk away
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