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She's waiting at a bus stop
A bag at her feet
She's waiting for the bus
To write her name in history
She's staring at the sceanery
As it passes her by
Wonder how she made it this far
Without being challenged
She's sitting at the lunch counter
Penniless, sipping water
And he's sitting next to her
Ignoring her as always
She's sitting in the classroom
Entering the bathroom
She's moving with out obstruction
She's moving with a silent seperation
They are oblivious to her difference
And yet so hateful of her love
They do not realize this is the idea
The agenda torn straight from the devil's mind
They don't recognize the enemy
But seek to destroy it
They don't understand their enemy
And therefore must hate it
And she's moving without restriciton
Because she is oblivious to her own simularities
She is the classic example
Of a second class citizen
A fit of rage unheard
As I stand on the brink
Between the loved and the hated
I watch with biased eyes
As the shout words of ignorance
Do they hear their own message?
Or have they lost it behind that chirade
That false sense of faith?
They hold their bibles and crucifixes
And then screw each other blind
They point to jesus
One hand in a diragatory salute
The other holding their cigar
Their smoke is blinding me
I'm lost in the fog
It seems it has come down to this
Me and you, us or them
With us or against us
Take your pick
Either way you lose your sense of respect
I'm enduring these cat calls
And these screams of god
Praying to my own faith
For a martyr to be born
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Please don't hang around
I'm sick of seeing you in this old town
Cuz every time I see your face
I think about how we made out all over the place
And it makes me
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SICK to think about
SICK to talk about
SICK to write about
SICK to sing about you
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So you see, to me, you're nothing more
Than a bitter sweet memory
And I know, you know you're just the taste of bile
In the back of my throat
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Do you remember all the places we used to go
And act like we were on show
Well not that I think about it
I hope that no one was watching
Cuz I know if I saw that it would make me
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Have you thought about what you did to me?
Do you even care?
And I know you didn't, and you don't, and you never did
You'll always be the same old you
The same old bitch
That makes me so
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Please, please, please don't call again
And I, I just might fall again
And you, you already know
You have nothing left to
Please, please, please don't call again
And I, I just might fall again
And you, you already know
You have nothing left to show
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