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I've slipped the noose, the shackles are off
My maturity fixation outshines
It's go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (than thou)
I am the man that used to care
Who was I then?
So quizzical with foresight
Now I've favored to savor the flavor of nine - to - five intuition
Out with the old, in with the new regime
I sold my soul to the rebotised dream
I'm just an empty shell with integrity scooped out =
A painted smile, a glass - eye high on two that can't cry
Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real) love
I stepped back from the edge when other slipped off
And all because society told me to







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