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It's called a Spring Awakening
you see, sex has always been my thing.
An outlet for my anger, oof!
I never hurt no one. There is proof.
It's called language, use it well
I would like to kiss and tell
the girl I freaked out, sorry well...
I went crazy in my hell.
I feel imperfect, perfectly
who the fuck gets to dictate me?
I'm everything and more I said I'd be
I'm the one setting me free.
If I had slowed down one more time
maybe then there would have been a crime
committed for the love I thought I had
sorry bitch I'm not that bad...
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