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  • Stop distorting our reality, 
    Give me a chance to drink in the sun. 
    You see our soul in ev’ry mirror, 
    And I know deep down you want me gone. 
    We think apart, but feel together. 
    I pick up the parts and clear the dust, 
    And sometimes in with all that clutter, 
    I find infection left to fester.