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Your gentle pace provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe Are you in the situation to decide whether you really care C'mon you know that its hard to complain about the way you live
So please don't let it roll right by you Just think if the same thing happened to you Would you be Would you be Happy to walk in my shoes Would you be Would you be Happy to walk in my shoes
I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease Well do you have the information to decide whether you really care Its hard to belive you'd look me in the eye and turn away again
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