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The Curb

I need my head to shake or nod
my voice to whisper with
I need to hurt, I need a god
my hands to make a fist
I was hoping that you'd come to save me
I was told that you once cared
I never want to find the answers
I never want to have to share
I want it all, I need it all
I'm part of it all, I hate it all
it doesn't have to be like this
it doesn't have to be this way
against the gods


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