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Beggars and Thieves
Maybe I feel sorry for; The amongst us thieves; The ones who give to us; But don't ever receive. Maybe beggars can't be choosers; Like lovers amongst the abusers; That's a game I refuse to play: Before they roll the dice, they make you pay. You call us versions of Robin Hood; Just like I felt you would. Maybe you're just one of the outlaws: Fate tied to a string of lies. You unravel at the revelation of flaws; Only your internal demons remember; How your body loves to dismember; The spirit lodged somewhere within. Now lost to the top that spins; Make a promise to fate; Hoping that your intentions will relate; Why do you take a chance on nothing? Weren't you were promised something? I really don't have the answer. I've been begging the question; Using my life as a form of detention. From the dawn of the phoenix; To the dust to dust amongst the ashes; After another one of our car crashes; Still the flames rise up and swallow us. All the leaders make us follow; And I don't know of a reason why; We get back up again and try; I don't know why you don't make me cry.
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