Am I correct to defend the fist that hold this pen? It's ink that lies The pen, the page, the paper I live; I learn You will always take what I have earned So aid my end While I believe I'm winning Our friends speak out in our defense I pay ten deaf ears for two months' rent We burn the gallows they erect And cut the nooses they tie for our necks You constantly make it impossible To make conversation We're comatose; we're audible And I like it the farther I get out We passed it off but it's all on us For common conversation, it took everything I got And I like it the farther I get out Once said, always said I will hold the past over your head I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted I am hellbent I'm extracting all of my revenge So take heart, sweetheart Or I will take it from you I slip, concealed, back to the keep Concede to do the work for free We prey as wolves among the sheep And slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep You constantly make it impossible To make conversation We're comatose; we're audible And I like it the farther I get out We passed it off but it's all on us For common conversation, it took everything I got And I like it the farther I get out You constantly make it impossible To make conversation We're comatose; we're audible And I like it the farther I get out We passed it off but it's all on us For common conversation, it took everything I got I like it the farther I get out You constantly make it impossible To make conversation We're comatose; we're audible And I like it the farther I get out We passed it off but it's all on us For common conversation, it took everything I got And I like it the farther I get out We passed it off but it's all on us For common conversation, it took everything I got I like it the farther I get out
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