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  • He was afraid of what they may say
    So he keeps it down
    He was the blame, he was the naysay
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Wonder how
    I suppose
    I suppose we make a toast
    We can make it on our own
    I suppose we know
    Medicine makes us
    Be cruel, be fine
    Be ready, be mine
    Be a hole in our side
    Always and forever, never say forever
    He was afraid of what they may say
    So he keeps it down
    He was the blame, he was the naysay
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Love me for who I am, not where I've been
    Eyes are late, we're so strange
    Strange days
    What you mistook for
    Waiting for a chance to breathe
    Are you there?
    Are you ******* listening?
    A bounty of slaves
    Amassed in waves
    For the barely scene
    For the branded teen
    For shadowing skies
    And the whites of your flexing eyes
    Lifting the blisters
    The quiet earth
    The Stenographer
    The more I care she sings
    To sing something
    Sing something
  • He was afraid of what they may say
    So he keeps it down
    He was the blame, he was the naysay
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Wonder how
    I suppose
    I suppose we make a toast
    We can make it on our own
    I suppose we know
    Medicine makes us
    Be cruel, be fine
    Be ready, be mine
    Be a hole in our side
    Always and forever, never say forever
    He was afraid of what they may say
    So he keeps it down
    He was the blame, he was the naysay
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
    Love me for who I am, not where I've been
    Eyes are late, we're so strange
    Strange days
    What you mistook for
    Waiting for a chance to breathe
    Are you there?
    Are you ******* listening?
    A bounty of slaves
    Amassed in waves
    For the barely scene
    For the branded teen
    For shadowing skies
    And the whites of your flexing eyes
    Lifting the blisters
    The quiet earth
    The Stenographer
    The more I care she sings
    To sing something
    Sing something