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there is this little bit of hypocrisy in each one of us.
how hard we try to deny it,
how hard we try to divert the attention.
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"man is a victim of his own habits", someone told me.
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taking 1 day in each stride,
school's a bore,
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look out your window,
and see those boys playing soccer
with bottles or just kicking rocks.
you have no idea what i would give
to be one of those boys.
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i'm not ashamed to say that i am a hypocrite,
i wish i could just blurt out names, names and more names
but that woud not be nice would it.
it takes one to know one, they say.
and hell yeah do i agree with it.
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peace,
mo'fuckers

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