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Done asking the simple questions, because the answers all sound the same. Now think about this, it's forty steps down the walk of shame to a cold, cold room, there's no way around it. I did my best but it wasn't enough, the papers are piling up a sleight of hand now. There's a gunner in the watch tower, watching my every move. I'm riddled steel, standing on my last legs, but I'm still slightly optimistic. This is not the way things were supposed to, this is far more than I bargained for. Every day is regimented, there's no deviation from it. Freire's rolling in his grave, he died fighting for this? Mounting frustration, hair's being pulled from the root. Taxed and exhausted, but not all of the grapes are sour. I'm riddled steel, standing on my last legs, but I'm still slightly optimistic. This is not the way things were supposed to, this is far more than I bargained for. And I'm half the man that I thought I'd be, (but) I've come to far to just give in. We're cleaning all that you left behind.
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