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It's A Metaphor
COME NOVEMBER I'LL BE BRUISED
FALSE BLAMES NOT A CALLING CUE
DOWN YOUR HALWAY, TOO DISGUISED
WAVE GOODBYE
A TEST OF ALL YOUR KIND INTENTIONS
SLIDING DOWN THE WOODEN BOARDS
EMPTY QUILTS WHEN I'VE AWOKEN
SHATTERED GLASS IS A METAPHOR
YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM
BUT YOU STILL WANT YOUR CONTROL
JUST SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM
AND I WILL FIGHT FOR THAT
MARCH I'LL BE ESCAPING GREY
PUZZLES MISSING PIECES GONE ASTRAY
LIKE A DOLLAR TO A GAMBLING BOY
SHATTERED GLASS IS A METAPHOR
YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM
BUT YOU STILL WANT YOUR CONTROL
JUST SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM
AND I WILL FIGHT FOR THAT
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