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Was it for purpose or obligation?
To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation.
When youre walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion,
You wont know the difference between a cycle and a revolution.
Ive been counting the inches in that giant step back.
When love was on the line, circled in with blue or black.
The history books wont forget to tell of this embarrassment.
These closets have been closed too long;
Theres no more room for your skeletons.
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