Walls
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Walls
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Culture whispers in her ear
Tells her that she's too plain
They say that timing is everything
And she's always a minute late
She mourns the death of romance
As if it were her best friend
She's all dressed in black, tatooed and pierced
But not allowed to hate
And the walls are coming down
They're telling lies about their honesty
While about their modesty they brag
And their whisper shakes the earth
While her screaming is barely heard
And the walls are coming down
And so I feel the same
And they've left me with no name
And makeup is hiding my shame
And the walls are coming down
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