| I have watched sons claim their names beneath the sun, I have seen the same done to me, I have been a child I have been a whore I have been a maniac knocking on gods door, and in the neon, the glow the bliss that sometimes we know I have melted like wax and my heart has dripped right through the cracks in your floor. |
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