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Anarbor The Words You Don T Swallow

Don't matter white, green, or blue. I'll cut, crush, parachute you. I'll just (bottle it up), Hope all is fine (Bottle it up) Till next Columbine. Call

you do, you do, do what they tell you This doesn't feel right; is this real life? Do, I do, do what I want to Do, you do, do what they tell you Do, I

about what you've got. So don't you tell me I'm not happy. Oh, you think you're hot as hell. Oh, you think that they can't tell. But deep down, you're

'm a lush, so what's your story? And every single day, I watch as my neighbors pray: "Please don't fill our world with hate." And when will the world see There aren't

keeps us sane. We're soakin' it up, soakin' it up, soakin' it. So don't get caught up In our distance or your demons. The good Lord knows you're schemin'. You

? You can tell by my grin That I've done this before So let the games begin So baby tell me How does it feel to break and bend? You just can't choose