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You took my hand from the smoking gun

And held me like a son

In light of all I said I’d do

You placed me in a cell

I’d do the same if I were you

Honest as a priest

I held my face up to the sky

In the style of a tightrope walker

I spread my arms and tried to glide

In honor​ of a failed semester

I picked my life up piece by piece

In the style of an awful metaphor

I took a step to silence you

What else could you possibly do?

I held my face up to the sky

I practiced all my silly lies

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